Ex-wife Blues
Charles Suddeth
I got, I got, I got the low-down ex-wife blues,
She kept everything, even my honkytonk shoes.
She took my wheels, my threads, even my home,
I got nothing to my name, all I do is roam.
She gave me lots of lip, sent me straight to hell,
I hit the bottle, felt like jumping down the well.
She went to church, she was on a roll,
Talked to the preacher, even took my soul.
She punched me once, twice, or more,
When she was through, I sure was sore.
She swung and got me with a frying pan,
Said she was sending me to the promised land.
She liked her liquor, she liked her booze,
Now you know why I got the low-down ex-wife blues.
(Country song parody—I don’t have an ex even close to this)
[Editor’s note: Mr. Suddeth hit the coffee too hard today]
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