Well a big cardboard suitcase and a four-year old buick
Well aint's this a hell of a life
A hot Texas farm road and some quality foot wear

And me with three kids and a wife

Well, Rose, it ain't easy, cause I do get lonesome

And I know it's a sad thing to say
It's easy forgetting your wife and your family
When you're five hundred miles away


Well, Rose, if you hear me try to forgive me
Cause I feel it coming on me again

Come saturday night I'll be in El Paso
With Carolyn at the broken wheel Inn


The driveway needs paving and monday's your birthday
And the kids all need new shoes agian
But hot damn my soul I'll spend twenty dollars

With Carolyn at the broken wheel Inn