When a man gets down, he goes out on the town And he won't come home until the whole damned night is over And when that man's out on the town, he starts looking around For a pretty face with a sympathetic shoulder But he won't talk to me He won't talk to me He won't say nothin' that might get him in trouble He won't talk to me He won't talk to me He'd rather sink his lips right back into the bottle When that man comes home as the sun doth rise She cries it out until her tired eyes are swollen And when that man lay's down, in the bed she made He hides his face deep under the covers But he won't hold me It's not where he wants to be Yet she says she loves him over and over He won't hold me It's not where he's meant to be He can try but in his heart he knows it over She sits and cries it out, but she don't call no one She don't want the girls to know all of their business 'Cause they fall apart every month or two Ad it's all good until the storm clouds shadow over I wanna wake him up I wanna shake him down Show him we can get to the place back where we started But he's gotta talk to me