Text: Don Williams. Sneakin' Around.

Saturday evening your honey and you, lay back on the sofa watching the tube. The telephone rings, you jump to your feet, A?A?Don't answer that honey I know it's for me'

Sneaking around, sneaking around, midnight romances the wrong side of town. You build it all up and you tear it all down ain't no good can come from your sneaking around.

You put on your coat and sweetly you smile, you say you're gonna step out for a while. Down to the tavern for just one or two. She knows where you're going cause she ain't no fool.

Sneaking around, sneaking around, midnight romances the wrong side of town. You build it all up and you tear it all down ain't no good can come from your sneaking around.

It's 3 in the morning as you stumble in, she ain't there to ask you where have you been. The house is all empty, she's nowhere around, she got too lonely from your sneaking around.

Sneaking around, sneaking around, midnight romances the wrong side of town. You build it all up and you tear it all down ain't no good can come from your sneaking around.
Sneaking around, sneaking around, midnight romances the wrong side of town. You build it all up and you tear it all down ain't no good can come from your sneaking around