God Help My Man Lyrics - Album Number Two - Joey + Rory

There must be a real good reason why he ain't home yet 

There must be a real bad wreck slowing him down 

I'm hoping he blew a tire, his old truck flipped and caught on fire 

'Cause God help my man if he's foolin' around 

If he's fooling around with some hussy he knows 

While I'm cooking his dinner and washing his clothes, 

If he thinks he can come home and climb into my bed, 

He's got another thing coming upside of his head 

I hope there was a homeless hooker that he gave a hug to 

I pray that's her lipstick on his shirt this morning I found 

These seven numbers I see in his pocket better win the lottery 

'Cause God help my man, if he's foolin' around 

If he's fooling around with some hussy he knows 

While I'm rocking his babies and washing his clothes, 

If he thinks he can come home and climb into my bed, 

He's got a frying pan coming upside of his head