| You say you love your husband. |
| Why do you do the things you do?
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| He slave for you night and day. |
| He brings home every cent he gets paid.
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| And you say you love your husband? |
| How could you treat your husband that way?
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| He give you his money, he buy you clothes. |
| What else can a poor working man do?
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| You take his money and you waste it, on anybody, you don’t care who.
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| It’s good while it lasts you, but it’s all comin' home to you.
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| ‘Cause its funny when no body wants you, as long as you by yourself.
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| Funny no body wanted you, long as you was by yourself.
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| But every man has got something sweet to tell you, ‘cause you gettin' along
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| with somebody else.
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| You say you trust your husband. |
| Why do you fuss and nag?
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| You say you trust your husband. |
| Why do you fuss and nag that way?
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| You take everything out of life, then what can a poor man say?
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| If you trust your husband, why do you nag and clown?
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| You say you trust your husband. |
| Why do you nag and clown?
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| Instead of makin' him a happy home, you doin' nothing but pullin',
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| a good man down. |