Broke Down South of Dallas - Junior Brown

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