Every now and then on my way home

I stop at a spot

Where the wild flowers grow and I pick a few

She don't tell me to

I go out with my boys all right

But most of the time I call it a night

Before they do

She don't tell me to

Sunday mornin' I'm in church

And my butt and my back and necktie hurt

But I'm in the pew

She don't tell me to

Any other woman I know would have tried

To control me and it would be over

Plannin' on my goin' on my own way attitude

All of that stubborness melts away

When I wake with her head on my shoulder

And I know I've got to love her

Until my life is through

Cause she don't tell me to

I got demons and I've got pride

But when I'm wrong

I apologise like she's mine to lose

Cause she don't tell me to

I got dreams in this heart of mine

But nothin' that

I wouldn't lay aside if she asked me to

Cause she don't tell me to

And she don't even know

That she keeps lookin' for

The next right thing to do

Cause she don't tell me to

Yeah yeah

Any other woman I know would have tried

To control me and it would be over

Plannin' on my goin' on my own way attitude

And all of that stubborness melts away

When I wake with her head on my shoulder

And I know I've got to love her

Until my life is through

What else can I do

What else can I do

Whoa I love her

Cause she don't tell me to

She don't tell me to

Every now and then on my way home

I stop at a spot where the wild flowers grow

And I pick a few

Yes I do