Simple Man - John Corbett

There’s a light on in the kitchen, again she’s sittin’up

Crossword’s on the table, coffee in the cup

She finds another word for waiting as he pulls into the drive

She ain’t really all that angry, she’s just glad that he’s alive

Now he’s standin’at the back door, straightening his hat

Having looked well for the ky that used to be under the mat

And she’s working on that crossword, fightin’back a smile

Find another word for sober, let him sit out there a while

Twenty years of give and take, twenty years of working hard

Puttin’groceries on the table, plantin’maypoles in the yard

He is falling of the wagon, but he won’t stay down too long

He’d rather die a thousand deaths than ever do his woman wrong

Now they’re not too much to look at, skins too long in the sun

But they’ve weathered well together, and when all is said and done

It’s still two spoons of sugar and carnation in the can

She says «your coffee’s on the table, now get in here you simple man»

Simple man, simple man, he’s just doing the best that a simlpe man can do The bacon’s in the skillet and the cakes are in the pan

Get in here you simple man