A little dust never stopped me nonehe liked my shoes I kept them onsometimes I can hold my tongue, sometimes notwhen you just skip-to-loo my darlin’and you know what you’re doin’ so don’t evenyou’re just too used to my honey nowyou’re just too used to my honeyand I think i could leave your worldif she was the better girlso when we died I tried to bribe the undertakercause I’m not sure what you’re doin’or the reasonyou’re just too used to my honey nowyou’re just too used to my honeydon’t bother coming downI made a friend of the western skydon’t bother coming downyou always liked your babies tightturn back one last timelove to watch those cowboys ridebut cowboys know cowgirls ride on the Indian sideand you know what you’re doin’ so don’t evenyou’re just too used to my honey now
you’re just too used to my honey