American Old Time Song Lyrics: 22 All On Account Of A Woman

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 22

ALL ON ACCOUNT OF A WOMAN.

I've just escaped the county jail,
All on account of a woman;
And I been ridden on a rail,
All on account of a woman.
I've been shot and stabbed and lost my hair,
For weeks I've been on a terrible tare,
I was bit by a bull-dog-never mind where,
All on account of a woman.

I've pawned my watch and all my clothes,
All on account of a woman;
I've often been smashed in the nose,
All on account of a woman.
I've missed my meals and jumped my board,
And spent lots of money I couldn't afford,
By friends and family I'm ignored,
All on account of a woman.

I was born when I was young,
All on account of a woman;
It happens to all since the world begun,
All on account of a woman.
Man was tempted and he fell,
The rest of this I hate to tell,
But the reason why there is a hell, is-
All on account of a woman.