HOW COME YOU'RE BEING SO GOOD TO ME
(John Hartford)


John Hartford - 1966





You scratch my back and wash my socks
You answer the door when the preacher knocks
You scrub the floor and fill my belly 
With peanut butter and apple jelly
You change the kid at half past three
How come you're being so good to me

How come you come each time I call
When I get hung up in the hall
How come you come each time I yell 
>From down inside my lazy spell
How come you come each time I scream
How come you're being so good to me

Every time the roof caves in
Like a toothpaste ad you sit and grin
And if you're mad it sure don't show 
When I announce I gotta go
You fill my pipe before I leave
How come you're being so good to me

How come you come each time I groan
And carry me home when I get stoned
How come you move when I say go 
How come you hop when I say toad
How come you cook when I say eat
How come you're being so good to me

You cut the wood and slop the hogs
And dig post holes and feed the dogs
Patch up holes in your cotton sack 
Drive the truck to town and back
While I decorate your window with my big rusty feet
How come you're being so good to me

How come you come each time I call
When I get hung up in the hall
How come you come each time I yell 
>From down inside my lazy spell
How come you come each time I scream
How come you're being so good to me






(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - November 2012)