Keepin' Up With The Jonesin'

Lord, I quit the drinkin, the smokin an the honky-tonk life.
The day that a ring an a preacher made her my wife.
Yeah, an I said: 'I do,' but I didnt have a clue,
How Id miss all the whiskey an women.
I tried to be true, but its all I can do,
Keepin up with the Jonesin.
Man, this hectic, domestic lifestyle takes a while to adjust.
Ah, she dont seem to remember that old rowdy rambler I was.
Cause she calls up her friends an tells them,
How good I been doin.
But the truth is Im goin out of my mind,
Keepin up with the Jonesin.
An I miss gettin high, an stayin out all night,
With all my old friends.
An I miss the liquor , the bartenders,
The fights, the girls an the bands.
It wouldnt be so damned hard,
If I didnt know what Im missin.
She dont understand, Im doin all that I can ,
Keepin up with the Jonesin.
Yeah, tell me what you know about it, possum.
Whoa it gets so hard when I know what Im missin.
Sometimes I give in, start over again,
Keepin up with the Jonesin.
Son, I understand, its a helluva man,
Keepin up with the Jonesin.
Aw man, Thank you Mr Jones, I sure nough appreciate the ride .
Hey is this, this a new tractor.
That a satellite radio, air-conditioning, heater.
Oh, a cooler.