Someone Else's Wife
Oh good Lord my wife is hot as mid-July
But when she starts cookin' it makes me cry
She can't cook shit burns every damn thing
Oh good Lord let me return this ring
She can't cook worth a damn, that's the country truth
Burned the grits, damn near scorched the roof
Last night's chili almost took my life
God please give me someone else's wife
Every single night I fight for my life
Mashed potatoes harder than my ex wife
She burned my biscuits and turned the corn black
Lord, if you don't help me, I'll start doing crack
She can't cook worth a shit Lord save my soul
Boiled the damn beans 'til they fell through the bowl
Every meal she makes tastes like country ass
I'm beggin' for mercy, Lord, I ain't gonna last
It's a goddamn crime, every nights the same
One more bite and I'll forget my name
I can't do this for the rest of my life
God please give me someone else's wife
If the devil had a kitchen, she'd be the cook
Her food's so bad I'd rather eat a book
Cold green beans and chili from a can
Save me from this God forsaken land
I'm losing weight Lord, I ain't the same
She brings shame to my family name
Lord hear my cries, I can't live this life
God, please give me someone else's wife
But when she starts cookin' it makes me cry
She can't cook shit burns every damn thing
Oh good Lord let me return this ring
She can't cook worth a damn, that's the country truth
Burned the grits, damn near scorched the roof
Last night's chili almost took my life
God please give me someone else's wife
Every single night I fight for my life
Mashed potatoes harder than my ex wife
She burned my biscuits and turned the corn black
Lord, if you don't help me, I'll start doing crack
She can't cook worth a shit Lord save my soul
Boiled the damn beans 'til they fell through the bowl
Every meal she makes tastes like country ass
I'm beggin' for mercy, Lord, I ain't gonna last
It's a goddamn crime, every nights the same
One more bite and I'll forget my name
I can't do this for the rest of my life
God please give me someone else's wife
If the devil had a kitchen, she'd be the cook
Her food's so bad I'd rather eat a book
Cold green beans and chili from a can
Save me from this God forsaken land
I'm losing weight Lord, I ain't the same
She brings shame to my family name
Lord hear my cries, I can't live this life
God, please give me someone else's wife
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Writer(s): Dallas Little
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