Dodging Bullets - John Kay

Thank God for my good woman, you know she is my drivin' wheel

I praise the lord for my sweet woman and the way she makes me feel

She’s the reason I keep getting up when the world drives me to my knees

You know they pay me by the hour, they rent by body by the week

I get my check on Friday, that’s when my pockets spring a leak

Company says it may move south, where people work damn near for free

Bills keep gettin' higher, our pay’s already spent

Junior wants hundred dollar sneakers and we barely make the rent

We get up early in the mornin', workin' by the break of day

Come home dead tired in the evening, fall into bed with nothin' left to say

Been dodging bullets here this mornin, too many deals, too many fights

Yes, there was shootin' here for hours, our little girl, she’s cried all night

I get so mad, a man could go crazy, kill everything in sight and sell the movie

rights

Ah, won’t you come here little angel, come to your Daddy’s arms

It’s all right, all right stop cryin', go back to sleep my precious one

If it weren’t for you and your mama’s love, I swear I’d grab the bottle or the

gun