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Intro: D A D
Verse 1:
D A D
I got about-a half high so I spent the whole weekend out
D A D
I got home Monday morning, tore up like a can of kraut
G D
My only suit was layin' on the steps
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I just picked it up and run and I ain't been back there since
G7 D
Well, mad, yeah she's mad
D A
It's back to the doghouse I know, from the practice I've had
G7 D
When she's mad, I play a dangerous game
D A D
In the obituary column, they've already printed my name
Verse 2:
D A D
She's five feet three and weighs about hundred and eight
D A D D7
She's the kind of gal who don't believe in men a-makin' mistakes
G D
She's sweet and mighty nice
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But when she's mad, she's got a voice that'll cut through ice
G7 D
Well, mad, ooh she's mad
D A
It's back to the doghouse I know, from the practice I've had
G7 D
When she's mad, I play a dangerous game
D A D
In the obituary column, they've already printed my name
Verse 3:
D A D
She's got eyes like a cat and she watches every move that I make
D A D
An alarm clock mind that's ringin' every time I'm late
G7 D
I'm sorry, sick and all alone
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But I'll have to stick it out, cause it just ain't safe to go home
G7 D
Well, mad, ooh she's mad
D A
It's back to the doghouse I know, from the practice I've had
G7 D
When she's mad, I play a dangerous game
D A D
In the obituary column, they've already printed my name
Outro
D A D
In the obituary column, they've already printed my name
D A D
In the obituary column, they've already printed my name
Written by Tom T. Hall