I won't
be
home tonight for dinner, darling
You and the kids can make it on your own
Little
Bud can say the grace like I do
When I get my work done, I'll be home
One last sip of coffee,
then he buckles on his gun
Bending down, kissed
Jamie off to school
Turning in the doorway,
he remembers and says,
Hon, this could be the day,
so just stay cool
Walked out to the squad car,
and he soon was on his way
Checked downtown to see
which way to hop
Back home in the kitchen, washing dishes with a sigh,
she wished out loud her man was not a cop.
I won't be home tonight for dinner, darling,
you and the kids can make it on your own.
Little
Bud can say the grace like I do,
and when I get my work done, I'll be home.
His day was spent in planning for
the raid to come that night
One by one the pieces fell in place
Strangely discontented,
feeling anger mixed with fright
She warmed the meatloaf
up and but said grace
The raid went off like clockwork,
each policeman knew the plan
The white stuff made
a million dollar haul
Just three shots were fired and
the cops lost just one man
And stumbling out of bed, she took the call
I won't be home tonight for dinner,
darling
You and the kids can make it on your own
Little
Bud can say the grace like I do
When I get my work done,
I'll be home
There's lots of guys like
Jim around the country
Doing work that never was much fun
Not just pounding beats
and writing tickets
More and more their work requires a gun
So next time that
you see a cop saluting
Tip your hat, maybe shake his hand
Just like you and me,
he's got a family
Just like us, his family needs their man I
won't be home tonight for dinner, darling
You and the kids can make it on your own
Little
Bud can say the grace like I do
And when I get my work done,
I'll be home
Won't be home, won't be home
Won't be home, won't be home
Won't be home, won't be home