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AFTER THE HONEYMOON.
Look a heah Marandy! what you say?
Why don't I go to work? an it rainin' this a way?
Exposein' mys'f in the slush an' col'
I wouldn't go to work to save yo' soul.
Why don't I go to work? an it rainin' this a way?
Exposein' mys'f in the slush an' col'
I wouldn't go to work to save yo' soul.
What 'o I care ef the grub is out;
You kin jes go hungry, an' put up without!
Runnin' to the groc'ry sto'e every day,
Burnin' up my vit'ls an' a throwin' it away.
Exposein' myse'f in the slush an' col'
I wouldn't go to work to save yo' soul.
You kin jes go hungry, an' put up without!
Runnin' to the groc'ry sto'e every day,
Burnin' up my vit'ls an' a throwin' it away.
Exposein' myse'f in the slush an' col'
I wouldn't go to work to save yo' soul.
I did give you money to buy a pair o' shoes,
I did give you money to pay yo' lodge dues,
An' I give you money to pay the house rent,
You didn't buy a thing! an the money's all spent.
Exposein' myse'f in the slush an' col',
I wouldn't go to work, to save yo' soul!
I did give you money to pay yo' lodge dues,
An' I give you money to pay the house rent,
You didn't buy a thing! an the money's all spent.
Exposein' myse'f in the slush an' col',
I wouldn't go to work, to save yo' soul!
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Want 'o buy another dress?—you got one new
It have n't been more than a week or two,
Oh!—you want one made in a different style;
I'm not gwine 'o buy it, “oh no chile!
Exposein' myse'f in the slush an' col',
I wouldn't go to work, to save yo' soul!
It have n't been more than a week or two,
Oh!—you want one made in a different style;
I'm not gwine 'o buy it, “oh no chile!
Exposein' myse'f in the slush an' col',
I wouldn't go to work, to save yo' soul!
Did n't say when I 'as co'ten, you know it aint so!
That I'd work for you in the rain an' snow;
Ef you don't quit a gwine back diggin' up things
I woont strike a tap, till the june-bugs sing!
Exposein' myse'f in the slush an' col'
I wouldn't go to work to save yo' soul.
That I'd work for you in the rain an' snow;
Ef you don't quit a gwine back diggin' up things
I woont strike a tap, till the june-bugs sing!
Exposein' myse'f in the slush an' col'
I wouldn't go to work to save yo' soul.
You never put a patch on my workin' clo'es,
You don't give a cent how yo' husband goes;
Jes so he's bringin' the dollars in,
Fau you to carry 'round in yo' purse an' spen'.
Exposein' myse'f in the slush an' col'
I wouldn't go to work to save yo' soul.
You don't give a cent how yo' husband goes;
Jes so he's bringin' the dollars in,
Fau you to carry 'round in yo' purse an' spen'.
Exposein' myse'f in the slush an' col'
I wouldn't go to work to save yo' soul.
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Look heah Marandy! don't call me a liar,
I'll slap yo' jaws till they burn like fire;
I'm gitin tired 'o takin' sass off 'o you,
I'll cut me a hick'ry an' I'll whale yo' too.
Exposein' myse'f in the slush an' col',
I wouldn't go to work, to save yo' soul!
I'll slap yo' jaws till they burn like fire;
I'm gitin tired 'o takin' sass off 'o you,
I'll cut me a hick'ry an' I'll whale yo' too.
Exposein' myse'f in the slush an' col',
I wouldn't go to work, to save yo' soul!
Expose myse'f, take sick, lay down an' die,
Yo'd ring yo' han's an' hollow an' cry;
'Twould look a heap better ef you wouldn't shed a tear:
Kaise you'd have another dawkey less time than a year.
Exposein' myse'f in the slush an' col'
I wouldn't go to work to save yo' soul.
Yo'd ring yo' han's an' hollow an' cry;
'Twould look a heap better ef you wouldn't shed a tear:
Kaise you'd have another dawkey less time than a year.
Exposein' myse'f in the slush an' col'
I wouldn't go to work to save yo' soul.
I don't want 'o run a great doctor bill,
An' have Willis haulin' me out to Crown Hill;
Ef yo' own dear wife aint bothered 'bout yo',
Look out for yo'se'f! Lo'd knows I do.
Exposein' myse'f in the slush an' col'
I wouldn't go to work to save yo' soul.
An' have Willis haulin' me out to Crown Hill;
Ef yo' own dear wife aint bothered 'bout yo',
Look out for yo'se'f! Lo'd knows I do.
Exposein' myse'f in the slush an' col'
I wouldn't go to work to save yo' soul.
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I'm gitin' tired o' workin' like a mule ev'ry day,
A given you money fau to throw away;
Hear's another thing want 'o tell you Miss,
I'll handle my own money after this!
Exposein' myse'f in the slush an' col',
I wouldn't go to work, to save yo' soul!
A given you money fau to throw away;
Hear's another thing want 'o tell you Miss,
I'll handle my own money after this!
Exposein' myse'f in the slush an' col',
I wouldn't go to work, to save yo' soul!
I don't care Marandy what you say:
I aint gwine 'o work in the rain today;
Pack up an' leave me when ever you choose,
An' git another dawkey to buy your shoes.
Exposein' myse'f in the slush an' col'
I wouldn't go to work to save yo' soul.
I aint gwine 'o work in the rain today;
Pack up an' leave me when ever you choose,
An' git another dawkey to buy your shoes.
Exposein' myse'f in the slush an' col'
I wouldn't go to work to save yo' soul.
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