I woke up this morninâ in a terrible mood,
You talk about a woman treatinâ a good man rude
She left me talkinâ to myself just a gazinâ at that mean old wall.
She had another daddy waitinâ down at the end of the hall.
She changes with the weather like the leaves I recall,
She blossoms in the spring but then sheâs gone in the fall,
A two timinâ woman with a heart of solid stone.
She tells me that she loves me but her heartâs a little under grown.
She said sheâd never leave me but she got that urge to roam,
She drifts around the country like a stream-boat on the foam,
Never changes course just travels along that same old way.
I hope she goes a-drift and rolls along back home some day.
Now, if I ever find her, gonna chain her to the floor,
Then tell her: Now sit there woman âcause you ainât leavinâ no more,
Iâm gonna tame you woman till youâre eatinâ from my hand.
It ainât that I donât love you, honey itâs just to make you understand.
