James Mcmurtry Gone To The Y
Hey little brother are they at it again
You heard the motor fire up and the car door slam
He's gone to the Y to sleep it all off
He won't be back 'til morning
She's pacing the porch around and around
Crying soft and whispering loud
And if you listen close you can make it out
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She's saying "Wait till I get I my hands on him
He's gonna wish he'd never been born...again
Soon as I get hands on him
He's gonna wish he'd never been born
They had their good sides in and the bad side showing
You couldn't tell 'em apart when they really got going
'Cause their voices got higher like cats on a fence
And neither one made a lick of sense
It's happened before and it'll happen again
He won't be back till morning
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She's mad as a wet hen but it's all right
Better get some sleep while it's nice and quiet
I know it looks bad now but I got no doubt
He'll be back home when church lets out
He's just gone to the Y to sleep it all off
He won't be back till morning
Gone to the Y to sleep it all off
He won't be back till morning
