I Don’t Owe You Anything

One, two, three, four

Aw, I got somethin' to say

Well, it's a long walk down the hallway

But it's a short drive to the bank

Ain't it a ***** learnin' the hard way?

It might be easier than you think

Now, you can keep my tears and my good years

And your Sears and Roebuck ring

And I'll take this show on down the road

I don't owe you anything

Well, I made your bed and I made your lunch

And for the last time, your clothes are out to dry

I know you like my own reflection

I see her in your eyes

Darling, I ain't growin' old with you

I don't need your front porch swing

I raised up all your babies

I don't owe you anything

Now despite your sin, you're gonna start again

A retired family man

With a younger wife than our own son

And a cat that you can't stand

You're gonna call me up in Vegas

'Cause you're lookin' for a fight

And I'll be over you with better things to do

On a perfectly good Saturday night

Well, I made your bed and I made your lunch

And for the last time, your clothes are out to dry

I know you like my own reflection

I see her in your eyes

Darling, I ain't growin' old with you

I don't need your front porch swing

Well, I raised up all your babies

I don't owe you anything

Hey, I made your bed and I made your lunch

And for the last time, your clothes are out to dry

I know you like my own reflection

I see her in your eyes

Darling, I ain't growin' old with you

I don't need your front porch swing

Well, I raised up all your babies

I don't owe you anything

Hell, I raised up all your babies

And I don't owe you a god dang thing