I Don't Like It

I Don't Like It - Bob Heppler/The Western Cherokees

When we dine and dance the show

And I take her to her door

She says there is no more

I don't like it

When I put my arm around

And she says you better stop

Oh I'm gonna call the cop

I don't like it

And when we driving in the country

And the car begins to stop

If I don't get out and push it

We just don't get oh my Lord

I'm sorry made up mind so merry

And I'm sorry that we did

She's the widow with the kids

So I don't like it

When I wake up in the morning

And I turn my sleepy head

And I see you in my bed

I don't like it

And forgets to give upon and over me

And fooling out my hair

Now my pretty head is bear

I don't like it

I should have listened to my mother

When she told the fact don't like

She said son don't never marry

You may get only wife

The doctor says that winds are coming

It's the thing I always drift

Gee I wasted that I was dead

Cause I don't like it