Cat. #0195 (MFH #423) - As sung by Charley W. Igenthron, Walnut Shade, Missouri on July 17, 1958
VERSE 1
O, where are you going, my kind ole husband
O, where are you going, she called him her dear
O, where are you going, my kind ole husband
Th best oldfeller in th world
(Goin' down to th saloon, where I always go)
VERSE 2
What'a you going there for, my kind ole husband
What'a you goin' there for, she called him her dear
O, what'a you go'in there for, my kind ole husband
Th best ole feller in th world
(Get drunk, like I always do)
VERSE 3
Won't you wait till after supper, my kind ole husband
Won't you wait till after supper, she called him her dear
Won't you wait till after supper, my kind ole husband
Th best ole feller in th world
(Well, hurry up and get supper, like you always do)
VERSE 4
O, what'll you have for supper, my kind ole husband
What'll you have for supper, she called him her dear
O, what'll you have for supper, my kind ole husband
Th best ole feller in th world
(A peck of eggs, like you always have)
VERSE 5
How do you want 'em cooked, my kind ole husband
O, how do you want 'em cooked, she called him her dear
O, how do you want 'em cooked, my kind ole husband
Th best ole feller in th world
(Well, jest fry 'em in water, like you always do)
VERSE 6
Aint you afraid they'll kill you, my kind ole husband
Aint you afraid they'll kill you, she called him her dear
Aint you afraid they'll kill you, my kind ole husband
Th best ole feller in th world
(Well, jest let me die, like you always do)
VERSE 7
Then I'd have to bury you, my kind ole husband
Then I'd have to bury you, she called him her dear
Then I'd have to bury you, my kind ole husband
Th best ole feller in th world
(Well, jest bury me, like you always do)
VERSE 8
O, where shall I bury you, my kind ole husband
O, where shall I bury you, she called him her dear
O, where shall I bury you, my kind ole husband
Th best ole feller in th world
(In the chimley corner, where you always bury me)
VERSE 9
Then th dog'ed scratch you out, my kind ole husband
The dog'ed scratch you out, she called him her dear
The dog'ed scratch you out, my kind ole husband
Th best ole feller in th world
(Well, jest let me go like you always do)