now ain't you glad to see
Let me sit down in your easy chair
and tell you where I've been
I wrote you I was coming,
but it sort of slipped my mind
Now, what's that sizzling
It smells like ham, my friend
you don't need to talk to preacher
Ben I know I said we'd marry,
but I didn't say just when
And I don't think I can sing the tune
that's playing on your mind
This marriage lifts a mountain,
I ain't quite that fit to climb
But I'd like to put my feet
beneath your table, honey babe
And I'd like to hold you close
But this marriage bit's a mouth
and I ain't quite bred fit
You've got some brandy handy
honey I'd sure like a nip
That long walk down that hot road
didn't help my throat one bit
I think I'll shave and then shampoo my head
Don't want to stain those
Oh, it's good to put my feet
beneath your table, honey babe
That almond red -eyed grape
And it feels so good to hold you close
But this marriage fits a mouth
like white red victory climb
I got me a guitar pickin' job
And I'd fly instead of walkin'
if you'd loan me the plane fare
square away my things down there
It's been so good to put my feet
That ham and red -eyed gravy
And I enjoyed every minute
of my stay here, honey, babe
But this marriage bit's a mountain
I ain't quite fit to climb
