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
then he buckles on his gun
kissed Jamie off to school
Hon, this could be the day,
Walked out to the squad car,
and he soon was on his way
Back home in the kitchen,
washing dishes with a sigh,
I won't be home tonight for dinner,
Little Bud can say the grace like I do,
and when I get my work done,
His day was spent in planning
for the raid to come that night
One by one the pieces fell in place
feeling anger mixed with fright
She warmed the meatloaf up
The raid went off like clockwork,
each policeman knew the plan
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,
You and the kids can make it on your own
Little Bud can say the grace like I do
There's lots of guys like Jim
Doing work that never was much fun
More and more their work requires a gun
Tip your hat, maybe shake his hand
Just like us, his family needs their man
I won't be home tonight for dinner,
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,
Won't be home, won't be home
Won't be home, won't be home
Won't be home, won't be home