Put Another Log On The Fire

I

Put another log on the fire
Cook me up some bacon and some beans,
Go out to the car and change the tires,
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans;
(C'mon baby, you can)
Fill my pipe and then go fetch my slippers,
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire, babe
And come and tell me why you're leaving me.

II

Well, don't I let you wash the car on Sunday?
And don't I warn you when you're getting fat?
And ain't I gonna take you fishin' someday?
Well, a man can't love a woman more than that.
And ain't I always nice to your kid sister?
Well don't I take her drivin' every night?
So sit there at my feet 'cause I like you when you're sweet
And you know that it's not feminine to fight

III

Put another log on the fire
Cook me up some bacon and some beans,
Go out to the car and change the tires,
Wash my socks and sew my old blue jeans;
(C'mon baby, you can)
Fill my pipe and then go fetch my slippers,
And boil me up another pot of tea.
Then put another log on the fire, babe
And come and tell me why you're leaving me.

(Tompall Glaser)


Iain Mackintosh
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