My woman gave me freedom
She told me she knows best
She’d hold me close to scold me
Now I’m out for arrest

Count all my bottom dollar
How it’s scattered on the floor
I’d wonder how I got here but I
I’d always been dirt poor

She says she wants for children
And always has in life
She’s waiting for no reaaon
She wants to be my wife

But I know better than my breeches
They ain’t quite ready to retire
And now I’m settled for the season and I’m
I’m less a man than a liar

I picked a bunch of roses
I thanked a gift from god
I set my hair, I put her there
I hold her hand and nod
And I say, “honey, will you leave me”
I didn’t practice right

And now nobody will believe me
It’s got me up all night

My woman made me happy
Lord knows that’s not okay
My woman makes me happy
Lord knows it’s not okay
My woman reads my writing and she knows
There’s got to be a better way