Hank Snow - When The Western Sun Is Sinking And The Moon Creeps Thru The Sky

I woke up this mornin' in a terrible mood
You talk about a woman treatin' a good man rude
She left me talkin' to myself just a gazin' at that mean old wall
She had another daddy waitin' down at the end of the hall.

She changes with the weather like the leaves I recall
She blossoms in the spring but then she's gone in the fall
A two timin' woman with a heart of solid stone
She tells me that she loves me but her heart's a little under grown.

She said she'd never leave me but she got that urge to roam
She drifts around the country like a stream-boat on the foam
Never changes course just travels along that same old way
I hope she goes a-drift and rolls along back home some day.

Now, if I ever find her, gonna chain her to the floor
Then tell her: Now sit there woman 'cause you ain't leavin' no more
I'm gonna tame you woman till you're eatin' from my hand
It ain't that I don't love you, honey it's just to make you understand...