Joey + Rory - God Help My Man Lyrics
Get the lyrics to the song: God Help My Man by Joey + Rory at LyricsKeeper.com.
God Help My Man
| God Help My Man Lyrics |
|---|
What Are The Lyrics For God Help My Man By Joey + Rory?
There must be a real good reason why he ain't home yet
There must be a real bad wreck slowing him down I'm hoping he blew a tire, his old truck flipped and caught on fire 'Cause God help my man if he's foolin' around If he's fooling around with some hussy he knows While I'm cooking his dinner and washing his clothes, If he thinks he can come home and climb into my bed, He's got another thing coming upside of his head I hope there was a homeless hooker that he gave a hug to I pray that's her lipstick on his shirt this morning I found These seven numbers I see in his pocket better win the lottery 'Cause God help my man, if he's foolin' around If he's fooling around with some hussy he knows While I'm rocking his babies and washing his clothes, If he thinks he can come home and climb into my bed, He's got a frying pan coming upside of his head I hope he's got a real good lawyer cause he's gonna need one 'Cause you know my daddy is the judge here in this small town By the time I'm through I'm getting my half and I'm taking his too 'Cause God help my man if he's fooling around Yea God help my man if he's a foolin' around |
Who Wrote God Help My Man By Joey + Rory?
Rory Lee N Feek, Paul Lester Overstreet, Jamie N Teachenor
|
What's The Duration Of The God Help My Man By Joey + Rory?The duration of God Help My Man is 3:23 minutes and seconds. |
More Lyrics
0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z
Lyrics Of The Day
- The Cooper Temple Clause: Promises Promises It's got me going inside I think it's happening again…
- Four-Tay: Money For the love of what…
- Ronnie James: I Can't Give You Anything But Love Gee, but it's tough to be broke, kid…
- Jean Ferrat: La Matinee La matinée se lève…
- Stockholm Jazz Orchestra: La Ultima Curda Lastima bandoneón, mi corazón…