Well I married me a wife,
Gave me trouble all my life.
Ran me out in the cold rain and snow.
Well she came down the stairs,
Combing back her long held hair.
And her cheeks were as red as a rose.
As a rose.
And her cheeks were as red as a rose.
Well I did all I could do.
Try an get along with you.
And I'm not gona be treated this way.
This a way, oh lord.
I'm not gona be treated this way.
Well she came into the room.
Where she met her faitle doom.
And I'm not gona be treated this way.
This a way. Oh Lord.
And I'm not gona be treated this way.
Well I married me a wife,
Gave me trouble all my life.
Ran me out into the cold rain and snow.