Well I married me a wife, she's been trouble all my life Run me out in the cold rain and snow Rain and snow, run me out in the cold rain and snow Well she's coming down the stairs, combin' back her yellow hair And I ain't goin be treated this ol' way Well she went up to her room where she sang her faithful tune Well I'm goin where those chilly winds don`t blowThese lyrics stolen from http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~mleone/dead-lyrics.html and attributed to Jerry Stratton (jerry@teetot.acusd.edu)
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