Well I married me a wife,
Gave me trouble all my life,
And be out in the cold rain and snow
Now she's coming down the stairs,
Combing back her yellow hair,
And her cheeks are as red as a rose.
As a rose, as a rose, and her cheeks are as red as a rose.
Well she went up to her room,
Where she sang her favourite tune,
Sang "I can't get along with you
And I ain't got no use,
For your red apple juice
And I'm not going to be treated this way.
This way, this way, no I'm not going to be treated this way."
I see you sitting in the shed,
counting every dime I've made,
Now I'm broke and I'm so hungry too.
Yes I might have a wife,
Give me trouble all my life,
Now I'm going where the stray winds don't blow
Winds don't blow, winds don't blow, now I'm going where the stray winds don't blow.
Rain and snow, rain and snow, run me out in the cold, rain and snow.
Rain and snow, rain and snow, run me out in the cold, rain and snow.
Rain and snow, rain and snow, run me out in the cold, rain and snow.