Laundromat Blues

I'm here do'in the wash, I wonder where are you, Been hearin' whispered tales, Of how you've been untrue Sure don't want to believe that, Would ruin my life for sure, If I should be so unlucky, To find you're but a whore, I have to wonder how and why lately, I get these kind of chores Especially when I came upon that hidden book in one of your drawers, All about the current matrimonial laws, If I could only launder, Away the fear deep in my heart, And rinse away the aching throb Tearing me apart, I guess I'd feel much better, For then I wouldn't care, And you would write me a letter, About how you wouldn't dare, To break my heart, split up this, our home, For a life in turmoil, love a'searching, Forever on the roam.