Well I married me a wife, gave me trouble all my life Run me out in that cold rain and snow Rain and sno-o-o o-o-o o-ow Lord, Run me out in that cold rain and snow 
She come downstairs, combin’ back her yellow hair And her cheeks were as red as a rose As a rose, Lord, And her cheeks were as red as a rose 
Well I done all I could do, tryin’ to get along with you And I ain’t gonna be treated this a-way This a-way, Lord, And I ain’t gonna be treated this a-way 
Well, she came into the room, there she met her fatal doom And I ain’t gonna be treated this a-way This a-way, Lord, And I ain’t gonna be treated this a-way 
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