| E | A | E | |
| I still show up at 5, let every | body know I've ar | rived |
| E | |
| I | order up my usual thing 'cause I don't want no one to think |
| B7 | A-A-A | |
| I'm | not the guy they've come to learn to like |
| E | A | E | |
| Somewhere around about 8, when it's a | wall-to-wall in this | place |
| B7 | |
| I | sneak into the bathroom stall, lift the window while I crawl |
| B7 | |
| Better things to do than drink |
| CHORUS: |
| E | |
| Hey I'm | cheatin' on my honky-tonk, 'fraid my friends are gonna talk |
| A | E | |
| Try and hide it best as I | can |
| E | |
| Well | I don't want no one to know what I'm doin', where I go |
| B7 | |
| Think I'm any less of a man |
| A | F#7 | |
| I know they'll | ridicule me, try to pull me back if they only | knew |
| A | B7 | E | |
| I've been | cheatin' on my honky-tonk | and comin' home to | you |
| E | A | E | |
| First time I slipped away, I felt | guilty 'bout it all next | day |
| E | |
| So | next night just to throw 'em off I got so drunk I had to fall |
| B7 | A-A-A | |
| On my butt to save a little face |
| E | A | E | |
| They | still don't know I'm doin' 'em wrong, but they've been | noticin' how I've been | gone |
| B7 | |
| And I'm | runnin' out of ways to lie, my poor old mom has died three times |
| B7 | |
| Things are close to catchin' on |
| CHORUS |
| SOLO: A E A B7 |
| CHORUS |
| A | F#7 | |
| I know they'll | ridicule me, try to pull me back if they only | knew |
| A | B7 | E | |
| I've been | cheatin' on my honky-tonk | and comin' home to | you |