Текст Merle Haggard – Chores

When I was young man I worked on my own
You had the big chore of makin’ a home
Now that I’m the keeper of all that was yours
I’m head of the family and I’m boss of the chores

Living without you is a chore on its own
I understand what all you did now that you are gone
Sometimes it sprinkles and sometimes it pours
When you’re head of the family and you’re boss of the chores

When I lost you darling, the kids lost a mom
Now it’s me and the children and there’s work to be done
I looked out for the babies and I scrub all the floors
‘Cause I’m head of the family and I’m boss of the chores

Living without you is a chore on its own
I understand what all you did now that you are gone
Sometimes it sprinkles, sometimes it pours
When you’re head of the family and you’re boss of the chores
Hey, sometimes it sprinkles and sometimes it pours
When you’re head of the family and you’re boss of the chores