He Think's He'll Keep Her - The Nashville Guitars, The Country Dance Kings

She makes his coffee, she makes his bed

She does the laundry, she keeps him fed

When she was twenty one she wore her mother’s lace

She said, «Forever,» with a smile upon her face

She does the carpool, she P.T.A.'s

Doctors and dentists, she drives all day

When she was twenty nine she delivered number three

And ev’ry Christmas card showed a perfect family

Ev’rything runs right on time

Years of practice and design

Spit and polish till it shines

He thinks he’ll keep her

Ev’rything is so benign

The safest place you’ll ever find

God forbid you change your mind

He thinks he’ll keep her

She packs his suitcase, she sits and waits

With no expression upon her face

When she was thirty-six she met him at the door

She said, «I'm sorry, I don’t love you any more»

Ev’rything runs right on time

Years of practice and design

Spit and polish till it shines

He thinks he’ll keep her

Ev’rything is so benign

The safest place you’ll ever find

God for bid you change your mind

He thinks he’ll keep her

For fifteen years she had a job and not one raise in pay

Now she’s in the typing pool at minimum wage

Ev’rything runs right on time

Years of practice and design

Spit and polish till it shines

He thinks he’ll keep her

Ev’rything is so benign

The safest place you’ll ever find

At least until you change your mind

(He thinks he’ll keep her)