Written By: Bill Monroe
C F
I hate to see, that sun sink low.
C G
Just for a cause, you ought to know.
C F
For its true life, I can't forget.
C G C
All of my sorrows, you'll soon regret.
You promised me, love that was true.
I'm sorry to say, that I believed in you.
But its all turned out, just like a dream.
Left me so sad, The end the world it seems.
There's dishes to wash, and a house to clean.
There's a washing to do, Lord it seems so mean.
There's a million worries, I can't explain.
Think of this girl, before you change your name.
They'll go away, and leave you at home.
They'll never care, if you're alone.
They seem to forget, they've got a wife .
This story is sad, but its a true life.
