Sometimes you just can't please 'em
By, . . . Rudy Gonzales
copyright (c) 1996
Now Rose and I are the best of friends,
and that's nice when you're man & wife.
Seems like that's how things aughta be,
when ya married up for life.
To love, honor, and obey,
was what she promised always to do.
Now I think that's the way a wife aughta be,
it's a proven method tried and true.
Now we've got along great for many years,
to me things just couldn't have been much better.
Now you may find this hard to believe,
but there's come a real change in the weather.
She never did complain too much,
but once I did hear her kind of grovel.,
When I surprised her with her anniversary gift,
It was a brand new, . . .
long handled diggin' shovel.
Once I even bought a little servants bell,
so I wouldn't have to strain my voice.
She could have me call, . . . or ring for her,
now that's what I call giving her a choice.
Well then we had us a bad argument,
now that sure wasn't the way.
To see her so angry kinda made me sad,
but her mad seemed to be here to stay.
Now shortly before the fussin' was over,
She did come to me on her hands and knees.
I figured she'd say something pleading, . . .
like maybe something that ended up with, please.
But she stated what was on her mind, . . .
and she shouted it as loud as you can.
She said, . . ."Rudy you come out from under that bed,
and stand up and fight like a man!"
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