Man gets up early in the morn, leaves his wife in bed,
She lies there as the kids wake up and cry,
"Get up and cook some bread!"
Let me tell you a thing or two, that a woman like that
Won't never do:
cho: And the man that wrote the Home Sweet Home
Never was a married man.
He never had no loving wife
To greet him with a frying pan.
She'll meet you at the door when you go to come in
And knock you down with a rolling pin,
And the man that wrote the Home Sweet Home
Never was a married man.
| Man comes in at dinner-time
Hungry and he wants to eat,
Finds his wife piled up in the bed
Lying there sound asleep.
He gets so mad that he tears his hair
Swears and declares that he won't stay there:
Man comes in from work at night
And he goes to bed;
Baby lying there in the cradle
Screaming loud enough to wake the dead;
He'll sit and he'll rock for about an hour
And never a hand to help prepare: |
