By David Allan Coe and F. Spears



Will you hurt me more

Than the pain of sharing her

With other lovers, believers or deceivers

Well, the answer can't be found

When I'm alone

So Rachel, take me home

And make me feel like a man



I know I swore that I'd be faithful

But Rachel made me realize that happiness

Is something you can't share

With Tom, Dick, or Harry

The reason we got married

Was to know when you were needed

You'd be there



So now you know all about her

Now you want to act like she's the reason

You've been staying out at night

But honey, I've been drinking'

And lately I've been thinking'

The way that we've been loving'

Just ain't right



Will you hurt me more

That the pain of sharing her

With other lovers, believers or deceivers

Well, the answer can't be found

When I'm alone

So Rachel, take me home

And make me feel like a man



And the man you feel

I ain't half as real

As the man I used to be

They've took my pride and I had to fight

To keep my sanity

Under Rachel's wings.