What'll I Do

	I was an hour north of Mobile, 
	hauling home to Nashville,
        and I must admit I was making really good time,

	(guysaid e) had a load of crisco, 
	he'was haulin' out to Frisco,
	said he had to be there late tomorrow just about nine, 

	short of the story, 
	I relieved him of his worry, 
	I gave'im uh hunderd dollars for a half a load of Napa Valley wine,

	that wine from Napa valley, 
	was right down my alley,
	and I'se headin' home to Nashville, to tell that sweet little honey of mine, 

	round B'ham, I must'a lost track some, 
	next I knew I was passing thru Jackson, 
	and old Smokey acted like he wanted to write me up a fine, 

	dumped smokey bear, 
	ridin' the rocking chair,
	and at the next stop all the truckers said they had a really fine time, 

	when I hit da bluff, I parked that truck,  
	payed thuh fuel guy, and he filled her up,
	then I ambled over to the pay phone and I dropped a dime.

	Honey said hurry, come home quick,
	I hit the lotto, and I'm gonna be sick,
	and I really have no idea why I took my time. 
	
	never again til the day I die,
	Baby hit the lotto and there's nothing else to buy,

	what'll I do what'll I do what'll I do,

	never again til the day I die,
	Baby hit the lotto and there's nothing else to buy,

	what'll I do what'll I do what'll I do.

					S11im 12/23/04