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...