'til A Woman Comes Along Lyrics

Yeah, boys ride bikes and learn to drive
Them old stiff sides in grandpa's drive
Pop the clutch and smell the rubber burn
And it's on
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Then it's shootin' cans with no game plan
And playin' air guitar in a rock 'n' roll band
And it's fake I.D.'s and chasin' girls
All night long

Yeah, 'til a woman comes along and lays down the law
Draws that boy a line he ain't gonna cross
It's funny how it's said there ain't a ball and chain that strong
'Til a woman comes along

Yeah, it's fish and golf, foot and eight-ball
Honky-tonks 'til past last call
A lot of raisin' hell
Rebel yellin' and carryin' on

'Til a woman comes along and lays down the law
Draws that boy a line he ain't gonna cross
It's funny how it's said there ain't a ball and chain that strong
'Til a woman comes along

Yeah, that bachelor pad was just a bachelor pad
Dirty jeans and drive-thru sacks
Like a lonely guy in a ramblin' Waylon song

And a woman comes along and lays down the law
Draws that boy a line he ain't gonna cross
It's funny how it's said there ain't a ball and chain that strong
'Til a woman comes along

And lays down the law
Draws that boy a line he ain't gonna cross
It's funny how it's said there ain't a ball and chain that strong
'Til a woman comes along, oh, 'til a woman comes along

Comes along
Comes along
All that until a woman comes along