Verse 1 My wife walked through the garage one night, Stopped dead still and flipped on the light. Said, “There’s so much junk stacked up in this place, Honey, I swear we need more space.” Well, I thought about it half the night, ‘Cause when she’s right, boys, she’s usually right. Next morning I kissed her, said, “Problem solved.” She looked outside and nearly dropped her coffee cup. Thirty-eight feet sitting in the drive, Diesel engine, four slides on the side. She said, “What in the world did you do?!” I said, “Bought us more space… you’re welcome, too.” Chorus She says I never listen, But that just ain’t the case. My wife said we need more room, So I went and bought more space. She said, “That’s not what I meant!” I said, “You should’ve led with that.” I hear every word that woman says… It’s understanding where I’m bad. Verse 2 Couple weeks later she sat me down, Said, “We need better communication around.” I nodded my head like a husband should, Said, “Honey, I agree. That’s probably good.” Next day a package hit the porch, She opened it up and said, “Oh Lord.” Two walkie-talkies, ten-mile range, Weatherproof with seventy channels to change. I clipped one proudly onto my jeans, Handed her hers and walked fifteen feet. Pressed the button: “Breaker one-nine, you got your man?” She said, “That’s a CB, genius.” “See? We’re communicating already.” Chorus She says I never listen, But that just ain’t the case. She wanted communication, Now we got it everyplace. She said, “That’s not what I meant!” I said, “You’re saying that a lot.” I hear every word that woman says… Apparently, the meaning I do not. Verse 3 Then one Saturday she’d had enough, Said, “Maybe we need some time apart.” Now any married man with half a brain Knows those words can stop your heart. So I spent all morning thinking it through, Trying to figure out what a good man would do. By lunchtime I came backing down the drive With a bass boat twenty-one feet wide. She met me outside with that look on her face. I said, “Hear me out—there’s plenty of space. You fish off the front, I’ll fish off the back…” She said, “Keep buying stuff And you’ll be fishing from another state.” Bridge Now I ain’t perfect, I’ll admit, But I don’t deserve all the blame for this. I listen close to everything she says— Sometimes the instructions just ain’t clear. More space? Bought it. Communication? Got it. Time apart? That boat’s got two seats. I don’t know what else she wants from me. Breakdown Then last night she got real quiet. Fellas… That’s worse than yelling. She looked me dead in the eye and said, “I’m gonna make this simple. If you buy one more thing without asking me first… You’re gonna regret it.” Well, I learned my lesson. So this morning… I asked her. Final Verse I said, “Honey, there’s a diesel pusher Down at the dealer, barely used. Four slides, king-size bed, And they’re practically giving it away.” She stared at me for what felt like an hour. Then smiled. Said, “Get your keys.” I said, “Really?!” She said, “Yep. We’re trading in the one you bought Without asking me.” Final Chorus She says I never listen, But boys, I’m learning every day. Turns out when my wife wants more space, It’s best to let her pick the place. Now we’re rolling down the highway, She’s got her feet up on the dash. I finally learned what that woman meant… And it only cost me half my cash. Outro She said, “See? Communication.” I said, “Ten-four.” She said, “Don’t start.” [Fast Telecaster outro]
