Frank Proffitt - Trifling Woman (1962) | Текст песни

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• Trifling Woman (1962)

0 Lord, I've been a-working,
Working like a. dog all day,
Trying to make another dollar
For you to throw away. (You trifling woman, you!)

You spend all my money;
You go dressed so fine,
While I wear old clothes
And I don't have a dime.

You won't bake my bread,
You won't cook my beans;
You want to stand by that haul-road
So you can be seen.

Well, I'd rather be a-hanging,
Hanging by an old grape vine,
Than to know I'd have to spend my days
With you all the time.
(You 're running me crazy, woman!)

Well, I've been a-working
Ten long hours a day,
Trying to make another dollar
For you to throw way.

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