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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)

    


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