Trifling Woman

[Chorus]
Oh, Lord, I've been, uh, workin'
Workin' like a dog all day
Tryin' to make another dollar
For you to throw away
You triflin' woman, you

[Verse 1]
You spend all my money
You go dress so fine
While I wear old clothes
And I don't have a dime

[Verse 2]
You won't bake my bread
You won't cook my beans
You wanna stand by that haul road
So you can be seen

[Verse 3]
Well, I'd rather be, uh, hangin'
Hangin' by an old grape-vine
Then to know I'd have to spend my days
With you all the time
You're runnin' me crazy, woman

[Chorus]
Well, I've been, uh, workin'
Ten long hours a day
Tryin' to make another dollar
For you to throw away