Intro: (oh yeah) She said she didn't love him, and maybe she never really did She could move back to her momma's, and they could split time with the kids She just noticed, her first touch of grey She don't want to wait, not one more day This ain't no practice life We only get one shot And our love ain't throw aw---ay It's all we've go---t And nobody goes around twice 'Cause this ain't no practice life There's sixty hours on his time card, and it's only Thursday night His kids are growin' up without him, and he's about to lose his wife So he puts down the papers, and he picks up the phone And says, "Son tell your momma, I'm a'comin' home" CHORUS Instrumental: So much to do with so little time That clock on the wall is gonna rob us all blind CHORUS (twice) This ain't no practice life Hey it ain't no practice life Outro: