First Year Blues

Now I've been married about six months

Only six months you see

The first three months was all OK

But the last three is killin' me

My wife began her hissin' cut down on her kissin'

And then she failed to shine my shoes

My shirts they came up wrinkled

My pants with dirt were sprinkled

And then I took the first year blues

Well then she started naggin'

She left the sink a'saggin'

With dishes piled up high

No food upon the table she said if she was able

She'd cook something bye and bye

Then I began to wonder if I had made a blunder

When I said I do she must have read my thinkin'

Her eyes began to blinkin' and that gal broke into

Well I heard the dishes crashin'

And I began to dashin' gettin' out of sight

For right there was my honey

On who I'd spent my money turnin' into dynamite

Then after she'd exploded her meanness all unloaded

And things began to simmer down

I found myself a'bleedin' and very much a'needin'

Of stitches taken all around

Well then she started cryin' I felt myself a'sighin'

And then I took her in my arms

I was afraid to scold her so I just gently told her

She didn't do a bit of harm

Now the first six months is over and I am much the older

And experienced with a wife

If I can stand the next six my friends all say I'll be fixed

To take it the rest of my life