The barroom crowd is thinning out it must be getting late But if I'm free tomorrow night I'll meet you here by eight It's hard to kiss two lips goodbye that's sweeter than the wine The hardest part of all is going home to do my time From the minute I walk through the door I know how it will be I'll sit across the room and wish she'd stop starring at me We both tried but it's no good our love's dead on the vine Yet I must pay for loving you by going home to do my time I've never found the happiness at home I find with you And if she were all that's holding me I'd make my dreams come true But you know how much I love those little kids of mine They're all I've got to keep me going home to do my time From the minute I walk through the door I know how it will be I'll sit across the room and wish she'd stop starring at me We both tried but it's no good our love's dead on the vine Yet I must pay for loving you by going home to do my time