An Old Story

this old story has been told before this old story has been heard before it's about one man, and one woman too how they did their best, with the best that they could do that one man, he fell down to one knee said "woman, would you please marry me?" that one woman, was sitting high up in her chair she said, "excuse me one moment, I have to fix my hair." she would talk about him, like no one else would he would make her smile, like no one else could well they got married, and moved on down south said the cookin was better, and that's what it was all about there ain't a whole lot of happy, in this ending see the man would come home late, every single evening he would talk a lil different, and walk a lil funny he said to the woman, "I can't call you honey..anymore" well that one woman, would cry on the floor waiting for the man, to come walking through that door that ol man, was out spending all his money he had two or three, of his so called honeys bankrupt and shamed, the man walked through the town feeling alone, he put his knees on the ground nothing was seen, but before him was a tree he said, "I don't know who I am, but I know who I wanna be" well the tree talked back, he said "stand up and be proud, you see I was planted here, to give men like you a sound!" "forgive him father, for he knows not what he's done." the woman had said, when her hair was finally done "I've been washed, by his only given son so take my hand, and we can finally go home."