"The Honeymoon" lyrics
The Mizes (Logan Mize & Jill Martin) Lyrics
The Opry's down in Tennessee
Cowtown's up in Abilene
The devil and the IRS
Well, they both share the same address
God's in Heaven
The Pope's in Rome
And the honeymoon's over at home
Well, we said I do and we cut the cake
The one your aunt Juanita baked
Then I got drunk and made us late
And we almost missed that big jet plane
And then we fought like married folks
From Wichita to Mexico
The Opry's down in Tennessee
Cowtown's up in Abilene
The devil and the IRS
Well, they both share the same address
God's in Heaven
The Pope's in Rome
And the honeymoon's over at home
Got back and it was good for a few months there
You started growing your gut and losing your hair
Found out you could barely fry an egg
You started shutting me down and quit shaving your legs
Oh, we both know we can't do no better
Guess we'll feel like this forever
The Opry's down in Tennessee
Cowtown's up in Abilene
The devil and the IRS
Well, they both share the same address
God's in Heaven
The Pope's in Rome
And the honeymoon's over at home
You must be high on Willie's weed
If you think that I ain't dreamed of leaving
And you're as drunk as Cooter Brown
If you think I'm gonna beg you to stick around
But we can't afford the lawyer fee
For a D-I-V-O-R-C-E
The Opry's down in Tennessee
Cowtown's up in Abilene
The devil and the IRS
Well, they both share the same address
God's in Heaven
The Pope's in Rome
And the honeymoons over at home
Yeah, God's in Heaven
The Pope's in Rome
And the honeymoons over at home
Ah the honeymoon, back when you still wore a bikini
Hah, well that wasn't the only thing that was teeny weenie
Whoa, hey, it was cold in the ocean that day
I'm talking about the diamond in my wedding ring
Remember, we almost lost in the sand?
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Maybe if you didn't buy so much beer
You could've bought me a bigger ring
Oh Lord, here we go again
You know I love you
Cowtown's up in Abilene
The devil and the IRS
Well, they both share the same address
God's in Heaven
The Pope's in Rome
And the honeymoon's over at home
Well, we said I do and we cut the cake
The one your aunt Juanita baked
Then I got drunk and made us late
And we almost missed that big jet plane
And then we fought like married folks
From Wichita to Mexico
The Opry's down in Tennessee
Cowtown's up in Abilene
The devil and the IRS
Well, they both share the same address
God's in Heaven
The Pope's in Rome
And the honeymoon's over at home
Got back and it was good for a few months there
You started growing your gut and losing your hair
Found out you could barely fry an egg
You started shutting me down and quit shaving your legs
Oh, we both know we can't do no better
Guess we'll feel like this forever
The Opry's down in Tennessee
Cowtown's up in Abilene
The devil and the IRS
Well, they both share the same address
God's in Heaven
The Pope's in Rome
And the honeymoon's over at home
You must be high on Willie's weed
If you think that I ain't dreamed of leaving
And you're as drunk as Cooter Brown
If you think I'm gonna beg you to stick around
But we can't afford the lawyer fee
For a D-I-V-O-R-C-E
The Opry's down in Tennessee
Cowtown's up in Abilene
The devil and the IRS
Well, they both share the same address
God's in Heaven
The Pope's in Rome
And the honeymoons over at home
Yeah, God's in Heaven
The Pope's in Rome
And the honeymoons over at home
Ah the honeymoon, back when you still wore a bikini
Hah, well that wasn't the only thing that was teeny weenie
Whoa, hey, it was cold in the ocean that day
I'm talking about the diamond in my wedding ring
Remember, we almost lost in the sand?
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Maybe if you didn't buy so much beer
You could've bought me a bigger ring
Oh Lord, here we go again
You know I love you
