Текст Tammy Wynette – Between 29 And Danger

I made up my mind today while makin’ up my bed
And I make up my face instead of bakin’ up some bread
Tired of puttin’ up with someone who puts me down
So I put on my brand new dress and I sneaked off to town

Between twenty-nine and danger in the arms of a stranger
But that kind of danger would be sweet
Would be sweet relief to me

While he took a bath I grabbed his car keys from the shelf
Then I went through his billfold and for once I helped myself
I’ve washed socks and shirts and shorts and dishes for that man
But today the only thing I’m washin’ is my hands

Between twenty-nine and danger in the arms of a stranger
But that kind of danger would be sweet
Would be sweet relief to me

I’m not hold I’m like my car I’ve got some good years left
But the thought of growin’ old with him scares me to death
I’ve got to learn to walk alone before he makes me crawl
I’d rather be a common tramp than nothin’ at all

Between twenty-nine and danger in the arms of a stranger
But that kind of danger would be sweet
Would be sweet relief to me

Between twenty-nine and danger in the arms of a stranger
But that kind of danger would be sweet
Would be sweet relief to me