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POOR MARRIED MAN (Traditional Folk Song - USA) You may talk of the joys of the sweet honeymoon I'll agree that they're nice while they last But in most every case they are over too soon And are counted as things of the past The troubles and trials are sure to begin Tho' you may do all that you can You will wish you were out of the clatter and din That follows the poor married man With the racket and the muss, the trouble and the fuss And his face all haggard and wan You can tell by his clothes wherever he hoes That he is a poor married man He goes to his bed with his poor tired head And he sleeps on the edge of the rail The colic and the croup make him junp up and whoop Like a dog with a can to his tail He must walk, he must talk, he must sing He must run for the water and fan He must bounce, he must leap and do without sleep If he's a poor married man With the racket and the muss, the trouble and the fuss And his face all haggard and wan You can tell by his clothes wherever he hoes That he is a poor married man He tries to be gay as he goes on his way Forgetting his worry and care And he whistles it down as he goes through the town Tho' his heart may be filled with dispair His very last cent must be paid out for rent. And at home there is Molly and Dan Both crying for shoes and it gives him the blues To think he's a poor married man With the racket and the muss, the trouble and the fuss And his face all haggard and wan You can tell by his clothes wherever he hoes That he is a poor married man >From his mother-in-law he gets nothing but jaw No matter how hard he may try To keep her in trim, oft she'll light onto him And all of his wishes defy He's a fool, he's a brute, and he never can suit Tho' he does just the best that he can He'd be better off dead, for it then could be said "He's at rest now, the poor married man" With the racket and the muss, the trouble and the fuss And his face all haggard and wan You can tell by his clothes wherever he hoes That he is a poor married man (Contributed by Mel - August 2008)

    


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