What's Wrong with That Songtext

von Lonestar

When we punch out at four o'clock,
Some of the boys down at the shop,
Like to stop at Mojo's an' have a beer or two.
They laugh an' make jokes at my expense,
'Cause I go home instead of joinin' in,
But I got other things I like to do, yes I do.
Now I'm not sayin' I'm better than them,
But where they're goin', I've already been.

I got a good woman at home waitin' for me,
Three little angels, cute as can be.
A couple of dogs an' one little calico cat.
When the thunder rolls like thunder can,
Got a king-size bed we can all fit in,
An' the key to happiness under my doormat:
What's wrong with that?

I used to drwam of bein' rich,
While shovelling mud in a rain-soaked ditch.
My boots had busted laces an' worn out soles.
I used to hang out with the party crowd,
An' drank more beer than the law allowed,
But that feels like a whole other life ago.
Sometimes we still live hand-to-mouth,
But I got more blessin's than I count.

I got a good woman at home waitin' for me,
Three little angels, cute as can be.
A couple of dogs an' one little calico cat.
When the thunder rolls like thunder can,
Got a king-size bed we can all fit in,
An' the key to happiness under my doormat:
What's wrong with that?

It took some time an' a lot of pain,
To fin'lly figure out,
I can live without anything,
Except what's in that house.

I got a good woman at home waitin' for me,
Three little angels, cute as can be.
A couple of dogs an' one little calico cat.
When the thunder rolls like thunder can,
Got a king-size bed we can all fit in,
An' the key to happiness under my doormat:
What's wrong with that?

(Got a good woman at home waitin' for me.)
Yeah, yeah, what's wrong with that.
(Three little angels, cute as can be.)
Oh, oh, what's wrong with that?
(What's wrong with that?)
Someone tell me, whoo:
Absolutely nothin'!