WRITTEN BY: OWEN TEMPLE
I broke your heart one more time
I came home you were crying
I love you babe you know it’s true
But I can’t keep from hurtin’ you
‘Cause I go out to those roadside bars
Livin’ fast beneath the stars
And you just want your man at home
At least a call on the telephone
And I don’t know why I treat you like I do
It’s got more to do with me than it’s got to do with you
‘Cause when that evening sun goes down
There ain’t no doubt where I’ll be found
Dim lights, a crowd, and a smoke-filled room
Forget I said I’d be home soon
By the time I find our front door
You just can’t wait up no more
You thought a man that cared for you
Could do the things you ask him to
And I don’t know why I treat you like I do
It’s got more to do with me than it’s got to do with you
Last night I came home, you were gone
Lord knows I’ve done you wrong
And I guess it’s time that I lost you
I’m sorry for the time I cost you
And I don’t know why I treat you like I do
It’s got more to do with me than it’s got to do with you
I don’t know why I treat you like I do
It’s got more to do with me than it ever had to do with you
I don’t know why I treat you like I do
© 1999 Owen Temple Music (BMI)
