Written by Robert John "Mutt" Lange/Shania Twain
E Just when I thought things couldn't get worse, I re-a-lized I forgot my purse With all this stress i must confess, this could be worse than PMS, BRIDGE: A This job ain't worth the pay Can't wait till the end of the day B Honey I'm on my way, hey!hey!hey!hey! Chorus: E Honey, I'm home and I had a hard day, Pour me a cold one and oh, by the way, B rub my feet, gimme something to eat, Fix me up my favorite treat E Honey, I'm back, my head's killing me I need to relax and watch TV, B get off the phone give the dog a bone E Hey!hey! Honey, I'm home! E I broke a nail opening the mail I cursed out loud cause it hurts like hell This job's a pain it's so mundane It sure don't stimulate my brain (BRIDGE)(Chorus) E Oh, rub my neck will ya, E A E A B hey, hey hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey______! (Chorus) E I'm home, that feels much better.hide this tabE The car won't start, it's falling apart, I was late for work and the boss got smart My pantyline shows, got a fun in my hose My hair went flat, man I hate that E-----------------------|-----------------------| B-------4-5-------4-5---|-------4-5-------4-5---| G-----7-------4/7-------|-----7-------4/7-------| D-----------------------|-----------------------| A-----------------------|-----------------------| E-----------------------|-----------------------|