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FIRST YEARS BLUES
Written by Ernest Tubb 1941 11-17-41
Now Ive been married about six months,
Only six months you see,
The first three months, was all ok,
But the last three is killin me,
My wife began her hissin, cut down on her kissin,
And then she failed to shine my shoes,
My shirts they came up wrinkled,
My pants with dirt were sprinkled,
And then I took the first year blues.
Well then she started naggin,
She left the sink asaggin,
With dishes piled up high,
No food upon the table, she said if she was able,
Shed cook something bye and bye,
Then I began to wonder, if I had made a blunder,
When I said I do, she must have read my thinkin,
Her eyes began to blinkin and that gal broke in - to.
Well I heard the dishes crashin,
And I began to dashin, gettin out of sight,
For right there was my honey,
On who Id spent my money, turnin into dy - na - mite,
Then after shed exploded, her meanness all unloaded,
And things began to simmer down,
I found myself ableedin, and very much aneedin,
Of stitches taken all a - round.
Well then she started cryin, I felt myself asighin,
And then I took her in my arms,
I was afraid to scold her, so I just gently told her,
She didnt do a bit of harm,
Now the first six months is over, and I am much the older,
And experienced with a wife,
If I can stand the next six, my friends all say Ill be fixed,
To take it the rest of my life.