Rain and Snow

(Traditional)
 

Well I married me a wife
Gave me trouble all my life
Run me out in that cold rain and snow
Rain and snow Lord
Run me out in that cold rain and snow

Well she come on down the stairs
Combing back her yellow hair
And her lips were as red as a rose
Like a rose Lord
And her teeth were as white as a rose

Well I done all I can do
Trying to get along with you
And I ain’t gonna be treated this-a-way
This-a-way Lord
No I ain’t gonna be treated this-a-way

Well she come into the room
There she met her fatal doom
And I ain’t gonna be treated this-a-way

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