Lyrics Between Twenty-Nine and Danger - Tammy Wynette

I made up my mind today while making up my bed
That i′d make up my face instead of baking up some bread
Tired of puttin' up with someone who puts me down
So i put on my brand new dress and boogied off to town
Between twnty-nine and danger
In the arms of a stranger
But that kind of danger
Would be sweet
Would be sweet relief to me
While he took a bath i grabbed his car keys from the shelf
Than i wen through his billfold and for once i helped myself
I′ve washed socks and shirts and shorts and dishes for that man
But today the only thing i'm washing is my hands
I'm not old, i′m like my car... i′ve got some good years left
But the thought of growing old with him scares me to death
I've got to learn to walk alone before he makes me crawl
I′d rather be a common tramp than nothing at all