A little dust never stopped me none he liked my shoes I kept them on
sometimes I can hold my tongue sometimes not,
when you just skip-to-Ioo my darlin’
and you know what you’re doin’ so don’t even

you’re just too used to my honey now
you’re just too used to my honey

and I think I could leave your world
if she was the better girl
so when we died I tried to bribe the undertaker
cause I’m not sure what you’re doin’ or the reasons

you’re just too used to my honey now
you’re just too used to my honey

don’t bother corning down
I made a friend of the western sky
don’t bother corning down
you always liked your babies tight

turn back one last time love to watch those cowboys ride
but cowboys know cowgirls ride on the Indian side
and you know what you’re doin’ so don’t even

you’re just too used to my honey now
you’re just too used to my honey