Too Cold At Home

(mark wright, ronnie rogers)

Lightning hit that oak tree we've been lookin' at for years
This summer oh i know we'll miss the shade - we just made it through
The coldest winter we ever knew and our ole hound dixie passed away
Yeah i guess i've got things to be down about but in spite of it all honey aint no doubt

Chorus
I'm livin' the life of a lucky man
Counting my blessings holding your hand
I thank the lord above for sending me your love
And for giving me the life of a lucky man

So many things we talk about never do come true
But heaven knows i wish they could for you - believe me i know
You should be tempted to go that would be the easy thing to do
So many just give up and walk away but in spite of it all you're strong enough to stay

Repeat chorus

Bridge
I guess i've got things to be down about
But in spite of it all honey aint no doubt

Brother jukebox...sister wine
Mother freedom...father of time
Since she left me by myself
You're the only family i've got left

I go down to that same old cafe
Where i try to wash my troubles away
I'm still down and i'm still all alone
But it beats stayin' home all night long
Repeat chorus

I go home and i climb that old stairway
And i tell myself "tomorrow's a new day"
But i know i'll just go down again
And spend my time with my new next-of-kin
Repeat chorus

(dewayne blackwell, bud lee)

Blame it all on my roots, i showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair
The last one to show, the last one to know
The last one you thought you'd see there
I saw the surprise, and the fear in his eyes
When i took his glass of champagne
Then i toasted you, said honey we may be through
But you'll never hear me complain

Chorus
Cause i've got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns and there beer chases
My blues away and i'll be ok
Hey, i'm not big on social graces
Think i'll slip on down to the oasis
Oh i've got friends in low places

I guess i was wrong. i just don't belong
But then i've been there before
Everything's all right, i'll just say goodnight
And i'll show myself to the door
Hey, i didn't mean to cause a big scene
But give me an hour and then
I'll be as high as this ivory tower
That you're livin' in

Repeat chorus

There's a bible on the dresser and a sign hung on the door
And a woman in my arms who shouldn't be
I'm to the point of no returning but i've been here before
This cheating life is nothing new to me
There's someone to be considered so i call her on the phone
And say the job is taking longer than i planned i don't have the heart to tell her
That a stranger's turned me on and i'm headed for
The boken promise land

Chorus:
Tonight, i'm crossing over and i'll reach the cheating side
And i'll hate myself for coming here again
Where the streets are paved with misery and lives are built on lies
A place they call the broken promise land

I found a note left on the dresser and a key left in the door
And on the floor i found her goldeb wedding band
Guess she finally had to tell me she's not waiting anymore
She's headed for the broken promise land

Chorus ii:
Tonight she's crossing over and she'll reach the cheating side
And i'll hate myself for giving her the chance
Cause the streets are paved with misery and lives are built on lies
A place they call the broken promise land

©april music inc./ swallowfork music inc. (ascap)

Well, it sure feels good to come in here
And just pull up a seat
A frosty mug of a cool one
Helps to beat the heat
These old dog days of summer
Lord, i'll be glad when they're gone
It's too hot to fish, too hot for golf
And too cold at home.

Well, that baseball game on tv
Takes me back to when i was a kid
We proudly wore those uniforms
Just like the dodgers did
Yea!, we won a few and and we lost a few
And for me it still goes on
Too hot to fish, and too hot for golf
And too cold at home.

Chorus

Well, i only planned on one or two
I might stay for three
If that good-lookin' thing in the corner
Keeps smilin' back at me
It's so easy not to care
'bout what's right or what's wrong
It's too hot to fish, too hot for golf
And too cold at home.

Chorus

It's too hot to fish, too hot for golf
And too cold at home.