Better Dude

In an old whisky bar where the band plays guitar
I’m drowning myself in a beer again
And she don’t want to hear how I feel

She gives me choice
And in the tone of her voice
It’s exceedingly clear she means business my friend
And I ain’t got no time to appeal at all

I have got to be a better dude to her
Lord knows I’m trying
I really feel that every time I’m rude to her
A little piece of her dies

Buddy you should be a better dude to her
I ain’t saying you don’t try
But don’t forget that every time you’re rude to her
A little piece of her dies

Well I kicked down the door
And I don’t know what for
And she don’t like the way I’m behaving round here
So she don’t have to hear how I feel
Maybe she’s right when we get in a fight
And her eyes get that look that’s so fierce in them
And she don’t want to hear how I feel at all

I have got to be a better dude to her
Lord knows I’m trying
I really feel that every time I’m rude to her
A little piece of her dies

Buddy you should be a better dude to her
I ain’t saying you don’t try
But don’t forget that every time you’re rude to her
A little piece of her dies