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Common Law
by Gabe Lee
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We got a one room rental and two last names
We got A dog and a Dodge and the money all spends the same
And I heard your Mama say we wouldn't make it this far
But you and me honey, we know what we are
We ain't traditional
Working things out is a ritual
You don't quit a love that's habitual just because a couple flaws
But hey, in our defense
We can't afford a ring or a picket fence
For some it might not be common sense
But the judge calls it common law
If you left my sisters would beat your ass (ha)
And the county clerk would make me give you half my cash
(Wouldn't be much)
I don't worry none 'cause that don't cross my mind
(Jokes on you) because without me you couldn't even read a traffic sign
Hey, we ain't traditional
But working things out is a ritual
You don't quit a love that's habitual just because a couple flaws
But hey in our defense
We can't afford a ring or a picket fence
For some it might not be common sense
But the judge calls it common law
(Wish you'd pick these dishes up, Gabe)
(It's your mess)
(No, no, no, it's our mess)
I roll the joints
And I cook the food
We done everything except I do
Ain't traditional
But working things out is a ritual
You don't quit a love that's habitual just because a couple flaws
But hey in our defense
We can't afford a ring or a picket fence
For some it might not be common sense
But the judge here in Davidson County Tennessee, calls it common law, yeah (oh)
We got a one room rental and two last names
We got A dog and a Dodge and the money all spends the same
And I heard your Mama say we wouldn't make it this far
But you and me honey, we know what we are
We ain't traditional
Working things out is a ritual
You don't quit a love that's habitual just because a couple flaws
But hey, in our defense
We can't afford a ring or a picket fence
For some it might not be common sense
But the judge calls it common law
If you left my sisters would beat your ass (ha)
And the county clerk would make me give you half my cash
(Wouldn't be much)
I don't worry none 'cause that don't cross my mind
(Jokes on you) because without me you couldn't even read a traffic sign
Hey, we ain't traditional
But working things out is a ritual
You don't quit a love that's habitual just because a couple flaws
But hey in our defense
We can't afford a ring or a picket fence
For some it might not be common sense
But the judge calls it common law
(Wish you'd pick these dishes up, Gabe)
(It's your mess)
(No, no, no, it's our mess)
I roll the joints
And I cook the food
We done everything except I do
Ain't traditional
But working things out is a ritual
You don't quit a love that's habitual just because a couple flaws
But hey in our defense
We can't afford a ring or a picket fence
For some it might not be common sense
But the judge here in Davidson County Tennessee, calls it common law, yeah (oh)
