| Lyrics: | Woah, Jocko, don't expect me to come out drinking, messing around.
Spending my time with a bunch
of crazy people.
Yes, I been there before, I don't need to go back no more.
I'm just a
family man, like it or not, I am a family man. I'm a-holding onto what I've got.
I'm a family
man,, right by damn. Finally, find out what I am is a family man.
And don't expect me to
hit the road at a moment's notice without my suitcase
with some crazy bunch of strangers in some
unknown car,
Well, I'm just not willing to go that far.
The life I used to lead was a
little too frantic. I guess I just got eyes to grow old and grey.
And if what I have in mind
isn't super romantic, I guess I always saw myself this way,
I'm just a family man, like it or
not, said I'm a family man, holding onto what I've got,
I'm a family man, right by damn, I
finally, find out what I am is a family man.
Sears and Roebuck. Howard Johnson. Colonel
Sanders. Station wagon.
Briggs and Stratton. Second mortgage.
If I can ever lose my blues.
Walk on over and turn on the TV.
What I'd like to do is lie down on the sofa later on.
I
might walk my dog, baby. Bo Diddley's a family man. |
