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   And I told her a dirty joke and the fight was on   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   [ steel ]   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...   Yeah you better quit bringing...