Well, I wished to the Lord I'd never been born
Or died when I was young
'Fore I'd seen your pretty, brown eyes
Or heard your fluttering tongue, oh Lord
Heard your fluttering tongue
And I truly understand
That you love another man
And your heart will no longer be mine
I truly understand
That you love another man
And your heart will no longer be mine
Well, who's gonna shoe your pretty little foot?
And who's gonna glove your hand?
Who's gonna be your only true love
When I'm in the foreign land, love
When I'm in the foreign land
And I truly understand
That you love another man
And your heart will no longer be mine
I truly understand
That you love another man
And your heart will no longer be mine
Well, Pop's gonna shoot my pretty, little foot
Mama's gonna mow my hand
You'll still be my only true love
When you return again, love
When you return again
And I truly understand
That you love another man
And your heart will no longer be mine
I truly understand
That you love another man
And your heart will no longer be mine
Well, never listen to what another woman says
Her hair, be it black or brown
Rather be on the top of some hill
With the rain a-pouring down, down
The rain a-pouring down
And I truly understand
That you love another man
And your heart will no longer be mine
I truly understand
That you love another man
And your heart will no longer be mine