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