From the album Almost Home

Lyrics

Fussin’ and a Fightin’

Wanted to take my old lady out
For a night on the town
Told her to get on her best lookin Sunday dress
And get ready to get down
She got excited and kissed me on the cheek
I got excited cause I wanted to believe
Things might be different
The start of something new
Maybe we won’t get in to what we always do
But the whiskey started flowing and the cocaine too
Now here we are again all black and blue

Fussin’ and a fightin’
Singing Jim Croce
Drinkin too much cheap well whiskey
Shane’s in the back room
Lining up the cocaine
All night long

Well I kept on ordering wells
My old lady moved on to Jack D. & Ginger Ale
Man I never saw it coming but here fist sure did move quick
When I got hit with it

Fussin’ and a fightin’
Singing Jim Croce
Drinkin too much cheap well whiskey
Shane’s in the back room
Lining up the cocaine
All night long

Well this went on for hours & hours
Til we decided to go
Once we got home we put on the old vinyl
Jim Croce was calling out you know
We were so mad I thought we’d never make up
But old Jim he was singing just for us
Got back to the bedroom man and things got wild
Just your average Sunday night out

Fussin’ and a fightin’
Singing Jim Croce
Drinkin too much cheap well whiskey
Shane’s in the back room
Lining up the cocaine
All night long