Wild Women Don't Get The Blues - Lyle Lovett

Well, you hear about all these women raising about their funky, funky, funky men

They’ve got some trifling husbands.

Lord knows, they’ve got a lot of no good

friends

All these fretting women sitting around the house all day long, and they are

wondering when their loving papas are ever coming home

Wild women never worry.

Wiiiiiiild women never never worry

I got a sweet disposition.

Gonna wear my very own.

I ain’t never gonna spend

one lonely night at home all alone

I can go out and drink all the courvoisier I can find

Walk the streets and I can tell any man to go to hell if that man doesn’t know

how to act right

Wild women we don’t every worry.

Wiiiiiiild women never never get the blues

Well, you fellas ain’t ever gonna get nothing if you keep acting like an angel,

child

Give it up tonight’s a real real good night.

Y’all gotta learn how to get to

together well

Cuz I’ll tell one more thing (Francine never tells a lie)

Wild women will be the first ones, Lord to learn how to fly

Wild women never worry.

Wiiiiild women don’t get the blues