Good Man

Don't mind doing dishes at night
Picking up all your mess that you're leaving behind
'Cause you go on the road for a month at a time
You say you can't wait to get back home

And I don't mind when you're coming home late
Whiskey on your breath, say you made a mistake
Kissed a girl on the mouth, it was a three-dollar bet
But you'll always call me your own

How can I be the one that cries for you unless you love me true?
How can I be the one that lets it slide unless you take the time
to be a good man to me?
Any day of the week
Tell the boys all "No," that you just can't go
No, tonight it's just my baby and me
Be a good man to me

I understand if it's not in your way
to go doting about on a lady all day
But the simplest thing that would make my heart ring
Well, you don't even think to do it

So if it's too much to be giving enough
to keep the sparkle alive
I guess that we tried everything that we could
to keep our love going good
And I'd like to think I'm better for it

And if you did ever really love me then it wasn't in vain
'Cause what's a girl without a broken heart and some baggage to claim
when she climbs on a plane

I don't mind doing dishes at night
Picking up all your mess that you're leaving behind
'Cause you go on the road for a month at a time
You say you can't wait to get back home