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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."

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