"SHE DON'T TELL ME TO"

Every now and then, on my way home, I stop at a spot where the wild flowers grow, an' I pick a few...
'Cause she don't tell me to.

I go out with my boys all right,
But most of the time I call it a night before they do,
'Cause she don't tell me to.

Sunday mornin', I'm in church-
And my butt, and my back, and necktie hurt, but I'm in the pew,
She don't tell me to.

Any other woman I know would have tried to control me and it would be over-
Plannin' on my goin' on my own way attitude.
All of that stubborness melts away when I wake with her head on my shoulder,
An' I know I've got to love her until my life is through,
'Cause she don't tell me to.

Well, I got demons and I've got pride
But when I'm wrong, I apologize like she's mine to lose
'Cause she don't tell me to.

Well, I got dreams in this heart of mine, But nothin' that I wouldn't lay aside if she asked me to.
'Cause she don't tell me to.

An' she don't even know that she keeps me lookin' for the next right thing to do-
'Cause she don't tell me to.

Any other woman I know would have tried to control me and it would be over. Plannin' on my goin' on my own way attitude.
And all of that stubborness melts away when I wake with her head on my shoulder.

And I know I've got to love her until my life is through
What else can I do?
I love her...
'Cause she don't tell me to. She don't tell me to.

Every now an' then, on my way home, I stop at a spot where the wild flowers grow, and I pick a few, Yes I do.

BY: MONTGOMERY GENTRY