My Business - John Hiatt

My baby don’t like my business

My baby don’t like my business

You know she don’t like my business

My baby don’t like my business now

She take me out to a party

Then she act like she don’t know me

I don’t know how we got it started

Some day I’m gonna set her free

She wakes me up in the mornin'

Cold coffee and a crust of bread

Pillows fluffied up like a body

I look over and there ain’t no head

Well I go to work broken hearted

She’s down at the new dress shop

I come home it’s like a funeral parlor

She wanna put me down in that box