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First Year Blues - Hank Williams
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Tabbed by: Dave S.
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Tuning: Standard
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 killin me,
My wife began her hissin , cut down on her kissin ,
And then she failed to shine my shoes,
My shirts they came up wrinkled,
My pants with dirt were sprinkled,
And then I took the first year blues.
Well then she started naggin ,
She left the sink a saggin ,
With dishes piled up high,
No food upon the table, she said if she was able,
She d cook something bye and bye,
Then I began to wonder, if I had made a blunder,
When I said I do, she must have read my thinkin ,
Her eyes began to blinkin and that gal broke into.
Well I heard the dishes crashin ,
and I began to dashin , Gettin out of sight,
for right there was my honey,
On who I d spent my money, turnin into dynamite,
Then after she d exploded, her meanness all unloaded,
And things began to simmer down,
I found myself a bleedin , and very much a needin ,
Of stitches taken all around.
Well then she started cryin , I felt myself a sighin ,
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,
Now the first six months is over, and I am much the older,
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.
