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Your cheating heart is driving nails
in the bottom of my shoes.
Your back door ways
have turned my days

into bubbling possum stew.
O, honey why don't you
love me like you did not so long ago.
O, honey I am all broke up.

I feel like I have the flu.
You busted this old heart apart,
when you took off your pantyhose.
Then you showed that city feller

with the spoon stuck up his nose
the pert little dewy petals
of your pretty kitty's pink, pink rose.
Honey I feel like an exhibit at the zoo.

All the neighbors are snickering at me
Because of the things you do.
I'm just like one of Santa's elves,
working without my hard-earned pay.

That city feller gets your lovin
Whiles I'm out a baling hay.
If you are wondering,
where I am at today?

Well I figured out sure enough to say.
This is a game the two of us can play.
So you just go ahead n' sleep tight tonight.
I won't be there to fuss nor start no fight.

I will be enjoying those city sights,
'cause it turns out your city slicker feller.
Is the kind of feller
that likes to while his time away

writing poems
and a getting boned.
By blue country boys
that sashay both ways.