Love Like This
Album(s): Pizza Deliverance, Alabama Ass Whuppin': Live and Loud Way Down in Georgia,1999, Pizza Deliverance (rerelease),Sung by: Mike Cooley
Written by: Mike Cooley
Coming home with a bottle, trying not to break the seal.
This Friday evening traffic's about enough to break a man's will.
And I can't wait to see you and see how your week has gone
and tear into Old No.7 and make love till dawn.
But your Mama she'll be calling, if she ain't knocking on the door.
And it won't take me long to remember what I brought that bottle home for.
And we'll all get to fighting, just like we always do.
And by Saturday morning, I'll be singing these blues.
Last night I slept with my boots on again,
one cut on my forehead and one on my chin,
on the hard ol' floor with nothin to cover up with.
You got me real good, girl, and I must admit
you pack a purty mean punch for such a purty little dish.
And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this.
Come Monday morning, I'll be sore to a fare-thee-well.
Cussin' God and America, begging them both just to send me on to hell.
But the boss don't want no excuses when it comes time to get on the clock.
And without that paycheck, I'd lose the rest of what sweet love I got.
Last night I slept with my boots on again,
one cut on my forehead and one on my chin,
on the hard ol' floor with nothin to cover up with.
You got me real good, girl, and I must admit
you pack a purty mean punch for such a purty little dish.
And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this. It's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this.