She Don't Tell Me To

She Don't Tell Me To - Graham Blvd.

Every now and then on my way home

I stop at a spot where the wild flowers grow

And I pick a few 'cause she don't tell me to

I go out with my boys all right

Most of the time I call it a night

Before they do 'cause she don't tell me to

Sunday mornin' I'm in church

And my butt and my back

And my necktie hurts but I'm in the pew

She don't tell me to

Any other woman I know would have tried

To control me and it would be over

Blame it on my goin' my own way attitude

All of that stubbornness melts away

When I wake with her head on my shoulder

An' I know I've got to love her

Until my life is through

'Cause she don't tell me to

I got demons and I've got pride

When I'm wrong I apologize

Like she's mine to lose

'Cause she don't tell me to

Well I got dreams in this heart of mine

But nothin' that I wouldn't lay aside

If she asked me to 'cause she don't tell me to

And she don't even know

That she keeps me lookin' for

The next right thing to do

'Cause she don't tell me to yeah yeah

Any other woman I know would have tried

To control me and it would be over

Blame it on my goin' my own way attitude

All of that stubbornness melts away

When I wake with her head on my shoulder

An' I know I've got to love her

Until my life is through

What else can I do

What else can I do oh I love her

'Cause she don't tell me to

She don't tell me to

Every now and then on my own home

I stop at a spot where the wild flowers grow

And I pick a few yes I do