The barroom crowd is thinning out it must be getting late
But if I'm free tomorrow night I'll meet you here by eight
It's hard to kiss two lips goodbye that's sweeter than the wine
The hardest part of all is going home to do my time
From the minute I walk through the door I know how it will be
I'll sit across the room and wish she'd stop starring at me
We both tried but it's no good our love's dead on the vine
Yet I must pay for loving you by going home to do my time
I've never found the happiness at home I find with you
And if she were all that's holding me I'd make my dreams come true
But you know how much I love those little kids of mine
They're all I've got to keep me going home to do my time
From the minute I walk through the door I know how it will be
I'll sit across the room and wish she'd stop starring at me
We both tried but it's no good our love's dead on the vine
Yet I must pay for loving you by going home to do my time