Dm G
Well, I married me a wife, she's been trouble all my life
Dm G
Run me out in the cold rain and snow
G Dm G
Rain and snow, O Lord
Dm G
Run me out in the cold rain and snow
Well she came down the stairs, combin' back her yellow hair
And her cheeks were as red as a rose
As a rose, O Lord
And her cheeks were as red as a rose
I’ve done all I can do to try to get along with you
I’m not gonna be treated this a-way
This a-way, O Lord
I’m not gonna be treated this a-way
Well, she went up to her room where she met her fated doom
And I ain't goin' be treated this way, this ol' way
And I ain't goin' be treated this way
Well, I married me a wife, she's been trouble all my life
Run me out in the cold rain and snow, rain and snow
Run me out in the cold rain and snow