One You Slip Around With - Buck Owens

I had the key to heaven when we married

And for a while I brought you happiness

But now your love for me is dead and buried

And every night you share another’s kiss

And I’d rather be the one you slip around with

Than be the one whose dream of love is gone

Yes I’d rather be the one you spend your time with

Than be the one at home all alone

Deep down inside I know that I should leave you

How many tears must fall before I learn

I think of many ways that I could grieve you

And yet I’m always here when you return

But I’d rather be the one you slip around with

Than be the one whose dream of love is gone

Yes I’d rather be the one you spend your time with

Than be the one at home all alone