James McMurtry - Gone to the Y lyrics

McMurtry Hey, little brother, are they at it again? You heard the motor fire up and the car door slam He's gone to the Y to sleep it all off He won't be back 'til morning. She's pacing the porch around and around Crying soft and whispering loud Ah, she's crying soft and she's whispering loud And if you listen close you can make it out. She's saying: 'Wait till I get I my hands on him' 'He's gonna wish he'd never been born again' 'Soon as I get my hands on him' 'He's gonna wish he'd never been born'. They had their good sides in and the bad side showing You couldn't tell 'em apart when they really got going 'Cause their voices got higher like cats on a fence And neither one made a lick of sense. It's happened before and it'll happen again He won't be back till morning. She's saying: 'Wait till I get I my hands on him' 'He's gonna wish he'd never been born again' 'Soon as I get my hands on him' 'He's gonna wish he'd never been born'. She's mad as a wet hen but she's all right Better get some sleep while it's nice and quiet I know it looks bad now but I got no doubt He'll be back home when church lets out. He's just gone to the Y to sleep it all off He won't be back till morning Gone to the Y to sleep it all off He won't be back till morning.