I'm glad that I ain't used to her no more

I'm glad that I ain't used to her no more

She always burned my bacon,

And she could never shut a door

And I'm glad that I ain't used to her no more



I wish I wasn't used to her back then

I wish I wasn't used to her back then

Could've picked a good girl who did not crave other men

And I wish I wasn't used to her back then



When I start gettin' used to her

I get down on my knees

Say "Lord I know not what I do"

Forgive and help me please



When I get used to her, I'm sick of me

When I get used to her, I'm sick of me

I want to run and hide

Like a kitten up a tree

When I get used to her, I'm sick of me



When I start gettin' used to her

I get down on my knees

Say "Lord I know not what I do"

Forgive and help me please



Once we said for better or for worse

'Til one of us was riding in a hearse

It's same the same old song, we just wrote another verse

And gettin' used to her is gettin' worse



So I'm glad that I ain't used to her no more

I'm glad that I ain't used to her no more

This song is finally over and it sure has been a chore

And I'm glad that I ain't used to her no more

And I'm glad that I ain't used to her no more