First Year Blues

Now I’ve been married about six months

Only six months you see

The first three months was all ok

But the last three is killing me

And then she failed to shine my shoes

My shirts they came up wrinkled

And then I took the first year blues

With dishes piled up high

No food upon the table she said if she was able

She’d cook something bye and bye

When I said I do she must have read my thinking

Her eyes began to blinking and that gal broke into

And I began to dashing getting out of sight

For right there was my honey

On who I’d spent my money turning into dynamite

And things began to simmer down

I found myself a’bleeding and very much a’needing

Of stitches taken all around

And then I took her in my arms

I was afraid to scold her so I just gently told her

She didn’t do a bit of harm

And experienced with a wife

If I can stand the next six my friends all say I’ll be fixed

To take it the rest of my life