[Verse 1: Hollering rock-and-soul male lead, hollered rock-and-soul verse, stabbing fuzz guitar] Twenty years ago I was saving every dime Had a ring picked out, I was taking my time She pulled up at the car wash on a Saturday noon Got down in the suds like she's late for the moon Pawnshop ring from the shop on Gratiot Little bit of green on the band, but I said I'll take it, though She said good, 'cause I kept the slip, you hear? If you act a fool, you going back, my dear Folded it up in the back of her wallet Every time I mess up, man, I know she gonna pull it Missed an anniversary, out come the slip Burned the Thanksgiving bird and she waving that strip [Hook: Hollering rock-and-soul male lead, full band, pounding drums, handclaps] Keep the receipt in the back of your wallet Every time I mess up, girl, I know you gonna pull it Twenty years of threatening to send me on back Keep the receipt, I ain't going nowhere, that's that [Verse 2: Hollering rock-and-soul male lead, faster hollered rock-and-soul verse, rumbling bass] Bought a little boat and she waved it in my face Brought my brother home and she waved it at the place Said I'll walk you to the counter, get my money refunded Said the man at the pawnshop got a shelf where I'm wanted Twenty years of that and I'm shaking in my shoes Every time she reach for her wallet, I lose Last night, twentieth, cake on the plate She was sleeping on the couch and the hour was late Slid it out the wallet like a thief in a hall Took it in the kitchen where the light hit the wall Unfolded the paper, all yellow and torn Read it top to bottom like the day it was born [Hook: Hollering rock-and-soul male lead, full band, pounding drums, handclaps] Keep the receipt in the back of your wallet Every time I mess up, girl, I know you gonna pull it Twenty years of threatening to send me on back Keep the receipt, I ain't going nowhere, that's that [Breakdown: Hollering rock-and-soul male lead, final sale cut, the band cuts dead on final sale for one beat then crashes back twice as loud] Ring, one, used, little green on the gold Paid in full, cash, and the rest of it told Down at the bottom in a red ink stamp Final sale! No returns, and I'm dancing on the ramp Twenty years she been waving a ticket to nowhere She knew the whole time she was stuck with me there [Final Hook: Hollering rock-and-soul male lead, band back twice as loud, raw full voice] Keep the receipt in the back of your wallet Every time I mess up, girl, I know you gonna pull it Twenty years of threatening to send me on back Keep the receipt, I ain't going nowhere, that's that [End]
