What's Wrong With That

When we punch out at four o'clock Some of the boys down at the shop Like to stop at Mojo's and have a beer or two They laugh and make jokes at my expense 'Cause I go home instead of joinin' in But I got other things I like to do I'm not saying I'm better than them But where they're going I've already been [Chorus] I got a good woman at home waitin' for me Three little angels cute as can be Couple of dogs and one little calico cat When the thunder rolls like thunder can Got a king-size bed we can all fit in And a key to happiness is under my doormat What's wrong with that I used to dream of being rich While shoveling mud in a rain-soaked ditch My boots had busted laces and worn out soles I used to hang out with the party crowd I drank more beer than the law allowed But that feels like a whole other life ago Sometimes we still live hand to mouth But I got more blessings than I can count [Repeat Chorus] It took some time and a lot of pain To finally figure out I can live without anything Accept what's in that house