Drive-By Truckers Love Like This Lyrics:
(Cooley / Cooley, Hicks, Hood, Malone, Neff)

Coming home with a bottle, trying not to break the
seal. This Friday evening traffic's about enough
to break a man's will. And I can't wait to see you
and see how your week has gone, and tear into Old
No.7 and make love till dawn. But your Mama she'll
be calling, if she ain't knocking on the door. And
it won't take me long to remember what I brought
that bottle home for. And we'll all get to
fighting, just like we always do. And by Saturday
morning, I'll be singing these blues. Last night I
slept with my boots on again, one cut on my
forehead and one my chin, on the hard old floor
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with nothin to cover up with. You got me real
good, girl, and I must admit, you pack purty mean
punch for such a pretty little dish. And it's a
shame to know most folks don't ever know love like
this. Come Monday morning, I'll be sore to a
fare-thee-well. Cussin' God and America, wishing
them both just to send me off to hell. But the
boss man don't want no excuses when it comes time
to get on the clock. And without that paycheck,
I'd lose the rest of what sweet love I got. Last
night I slept with my boots on again, one cut on
my forehead and one my chin, on the hard old floor
with nothin to cover up with. You got me real
good, girl, and I must admit, you pack purty mean
punch for such a pretty little dish. And it's a
shame to know most folks don't ever know love like
this.

lyrics by Mike Cooley music by Drive-by Truckers
Lyrics: Love Like This, Drive-By Truckers [end]