Текст Conway Twitty – Barroom Habits

Well, the kids came out to play last Sunday morning
And I came in from playing all night long
I walked in and slammed the door
And put my cigarette out on the floor

Well, you better quit bringing
Those barroom habits home to mama
Yeah, you better quit callin’ me Rosie
When you know that’s not my name.

When you come home it’s like a bad dream
I follow you round tryin’ to keep the place clean
You better quit bringing
Those barroom habits home to mama.

Last night I got high and I got lonesome
And I remember just what I needed was waitin’ at home
I popped a top all over the wall
And after that she wouldn’t friendly at all.

And I could tell by the look in her eye
That I done something wrong.

Well, you better quit bringing
Those barroom habits home to mama
Yeah, you better quit callin’ me Rosie
When you know that’s not my name.

Yeah. you better quit bringing
Those barroom habits home to mama
Yeah, you better quit callin’ me Rosie
When you know that’s not my name…