Written by ： Bob Ferguson

It's my fault maybe anyhow baby

I didn't guarantee our love affair

But if you'll stop moaning moping and groaning

I'll see if I've got one more night to spare

I ain't got time to fuss and fight it's wearing down my style

If you'll start acting halfway right I'll stick around a while

So let's get hopping with the beer cans popping

While I've still got another night to spare

Moon light falling highway calling

I think there may be greener grass somewhere

But I like your cooking and you ain't bad looking

So maybe I've got one more night to spare

Lord I know you can be fun when you ain't on your broom

It might be love in a blossom tied if you'll just give it room

If you'll just shut up we'll both cut up

Cause I've got one more night to spare