My husband has always been good to me. Always kind, sweet, even-tempered, but when he got drunk, it was smart to stay out of his way.
Momma told me to leave him, called him a "no good womanizin' alcoholic" but she don't understand him like I do. And don't nobody love him like I do.
That's why when I saw that new gal hangin' on his arm, it 'bout tore my heart in two. A Southern gal never gives up her man without a fight.
So tonight, I'm in my prettiest nightgown, got candles lit and music playin'. I even managed to scrub out all the dirt on my hands from bein' in the garden. His car's pullin' up now.
I bet he'll be happy to see me. After all, it wasn't easy diggin' myself up from underneath them rosebushes.