Young girls don’t get married.
Stay away from the wedding vow.
When he’s on his knees and begging please, say no.
No way, no how.
When I was a baby, my neighbor I did wed.
And my daddy said I better not catch you lying down
nude in another man’s bed.
So I took myself to knitting,
and I taught me how to cook.
And the days went by, but they didn’t fly,
they was dragging like a fish on a hook.
Till one day my poor husband
he went out of town.
Motor car sped straight into him
and left him bleeding dead on the ground.
But my poor man, he didn’t die, but we knew he could never work.
Cause his limbs just dangled like dying fish,
and his heart grew cold as a hook.
Young girls don’t get married.
Keep away from the wedding vow.
When he’s on his knees and begging please, say no.
No way, no how.
Well I needed me some money;
payed a visit to my old friend.
Could he spare a dime for the sake of old times,
or maybe get me some work at the inn?
He said, “Now old friend, I’ve been waiting long
to get my big hands on you,
but I know your daddy, he would cut me in half
if I even looked at you.
And when I ain’t making love to you, you can’t be getting paid
Your husband sposed to take care of you; that’s why he’s getting laid.
And I told my tale to a hundred men, but they all said the same,
that it ain’t no good bending back for a gal when she’s wearing some other man’s name.
And getting no love, and getting no food, I turned steely and thin as a hook,
crazy and sad like a dying fish, too ripped apart to cook.
Young girls don t get married.
Keep away from the wedding vow.
When he’s on his knees and begging please, say no.
No way, no how.