MAD
(Tom T. Hall)

Dave Dudley - 1964


 
I got about a-half high, so I spent the whole weekend out
I got home Monday morning tore up like a can of Kraut
My only suit was layin' on the steps
I just picked it up and run and I ain't been back there since

Well, mad, yeah, she's mad
It's back to the doghouse, I know from the practice I've had
When she's mad I play a dangerous game
In the obituary column they've already printed my name

She's five feet three and weighs about a hundred and eight
She's the kinda gal don't believe in men a-makin' mistakes
She's sweet and mighty nice
But when she's mad she's got a voice that'll cut through ice

Well, mad, oooh, she's mad
It's back to the doghouse, I know from the practice I've had
When she's mad I play a dangerous game
In the obituary column they've already printed my name

She's got eyes like a cat and she watches ev'ry move that I make
An alarm clock mind that goes ringin' ev'ry time I'm late
I'm sorry, sick and all alone
But I'll have to stick it out, 'cause it just ain't safe to go home

Well, mad, oooh, she's mad
It's back to the doghouse, I know from the practice I've had
When she's mad I play a dangerous game
In the obituary column they've already printed my name
In the obituary column they've already printed my name
In the obituary column they've already printed my name


(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - September 2010)