I never told her the what not to do's   I'm just not tyin', down kind   I've thought I could hold her much closer to me   By giving her freedom a mind.      I figured someday that she would outgrow her flare   For the flirtin' and flinging   I finally gave her enough rope to hang her   And she's still out there swinging.      I never pryed into the where's and the why's   No matter what time she came in   While I thought she was out playin' bridge with the girls   She was out playin' games with the men.      Too late I discovered she had too much slack   Like a fool to a dream I'm still clinging   I finally gave her enough rope to hang her   And she's still out there swinging.      --- Instrumental ---      Now, here I sit with the why do I do's   While she's running round wild and free   I tried to give her a mind of her own   But she couldn't keep it on me.      Now, just like a fool I still sit here at home   And wait by a phone, that's my bringing   I finally gave her enough rope to hang her   And she's still out there swinging.      I finally gave her enough rope to hang her   And she's still out there swinging...