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