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We'er just a pair of old fogies. My old husband and I. We don't always agree on things. Or always see eye to eye. But we get along pretty middlin'. Don't ever quarrel or fuss. 'Cause I've been afraid if he got too mad He might swell up and bust. Reckon I've got some faults myself. Have had 'em for quite a spell. 'Cause he says I'm so contrary I don't know when I'm well. We've raised a family of boys and girls Ain't none of 'em turned out bad. And now some youngsters are growing up, Who are crazy about their granddad. But we've had our times of trouble And worry and sorrow and care That's brought the wrinkles to the face And streaks of white in the hair. But now we're quite contented. Just an old man and his grayhaired wife. Peacefully going hand in hand Down the sunset side of life. |
