Broke Down South Of Dallas

That wife of mine, a suspicious kind She says that I'm quite a flirter But I've been a good boy all of the time And I wouldn't do nothing to hurt her She'll tan my hide for spending the night With Betty Lou or Alice But I'm sleeping alone in this wreck I own I broke down South of Dallas When I stumble home at the break of dawn She better not be suspicious 'Cause I'm about at the end of my rope And she better not act too vicious I'm a-covered in grease from my head to my feet Hands are cut and callous I spent all my bucks on a broke down truck I broke down South of Dallas I'm a happy guy when the miles go by There ain't too much that I'm missing But I've got a wife with a frying pan And when she talks I listen I'm the king of the road, she's the queen of the house And it may not be a palace But it sure beats a load by the side of the road Broke down South of Dallas Yeah, it sure beats a load by the side of the road Broke down South of Dallas