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this old story, has been told before
this old story, has been heard before
it has one man, and one woman too
how they did their best, with the best that they can do.

that one man, he fell down on one knee
he said, "hey woman, would you please marry me?"
that one woman, was sitting high up in her chair
she said, "give me a moment, i have to fix my hair."

she would talk about him, like nobody else would
he would make her smile, like no one else could
so they got married, and moved on down south
said the cookin was better, and that's what it was all about.

their ain't a whole lotta happy, in this ending
that man would come home late, every single evening
he started talking a lil different, and walking a lil funny
he said to the woman, "i can't call you honey..anymore."

that one woman, would sit and cry on her floor
waiting for the man, to come and walk through the door
but the man was out, spending all his money
he had two or three, of which he called them honey.

bankrupt and shamed, the man walked through the town
feeling alone, he dug his knees into the ground
nothing was seen, but before him was a tree
he said, "i don't like who i am, but i know who i wanna be."

the tree talked back, said "stand up and be proud
i was planted here, to give men like you a sound!
so make it loud."

"forgive him father, for he knows not what he's done"
that woman said, when her hair was all done
"i have been washed, by His only given son
so take my hand, and we can finally go.
home."