Time I take the time to try to reason out these worries on my mind

More and more I feel I've had a bad deal a good deal of the time

Maybe like you've often said the love we had is really not so hot

Guess by now that's pretty plain and maybe I'm to blame and maybe not

Gossip pass it now how I've been busy keeping house for you alone

You've been keeping busy in some house no one could ever call a home

That's the oldest story told but hear in lies the picnic of a plot

Maybe I'll become like you and maybe I'll be true and maybe not

I've become suspicious I can't live on dreams and wishes till I die

First I lost the dreams and now it seems as how my wishing well ran dry

Maybe it's unthinkable to think I'll may believe but it's a flot

So tonight when you come home well maybe I'll be here and maybe not

[ fiddle ]

I've become suspicious...