Hell At Home (Live)

歌詞

Her daddy's doorbell was a ringin' When i called on the telephone He was the one to answer me So i told him what was goin' on Sir i love your daughter But we don't get along Now sir i love your daughter But we don't get along In fact it's true to tell She's been givin' me hell at home No sir she ain't ailin' 'fact she's still goin' strong No sir she ain't ailin' 'fact she's still goin' strong Now she's alive and well And just givin' me hell at home I said your moody little angel Done packed her bags and gone I said your moody little angel Done packed her bags and gone now she's a ringin' your bell And gonna be givin' you hell at home