Barroom Habits

Conway Twitty & Loretta Lynn



Well, the kids came out to play last Sunday morning

And I came in from playing all night long

I walked in and slammed the door

And put my cigarette out on the floor

And I told her a dirty joke and the fight was on.



Well, you better quit bringing

Those barroom habits home to mama

Yeah, you better quit callin' me Rosie

When you know that's not my name.



When you come home it's like a bad dream

I follow you round tryin' to keep the place clean

You better quit bringing

Those barroom habits home to mama.



--- Instrumental ---



Last night I got high and I got lonesome

And I remember just what I needed was waitin' at home

I popped a top all over the wall

And after that she wouldn't friendly at all.



And I could tell by the look in her eye

That I done something wrong.



Well, you better quit bringing

Those barroom habits home to mama

Yeah, you better quit callin' me Rosie

When you know that's not my name.



Yeah. you better quit bringing

Those barroom habits home to mama

Yeah, you better quit callin' me Rosie

When you know that's not my name...