Every now an' then, on my way home,
I stop at a spot where the wild flowers grow, an' I pick a few,
'cause 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,
'cause she don't tell me to
Sunday mornin', I'm in church,
An' my butt an' my back an' my necktie hurts, 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
Blame it on my goin' my own way attitude
All of that stubborness melts away,
When I wake with her head on my shoulder,
An' I know I've got to love her,
Until my life is through,
'cause she don't tell me to

Well, I got demons and I've got pride,
But when I'm wrong, I apologize like she's mine to lose,
'cause she don't tell me to
Well, 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
An' she don't even know,
That she keeps me 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
Blame it on my goin' my own way attitude
And all of that stubborness melts away,
When I wake with her head on my shoulder,
An' 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,
But she don't tell me to
She don't tell me to

Every now an' then, on my home,
I stop at a spot where the wild flowers grow, an' I pick a few,
Yes I do