Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
Frank Proffitt
When I was single marriage I did crave
Now I am married, I am troubled to grave
Lord, I wish I was a single girl again
Lord, I wish I was a single girl again
The dishes to wash, the spring to go to
Got nobody to help me, I've got it all to do
Lord, I wish I was a single girl again
Lord, I wish I was a single girl again
I tuck in some washing, I made a dollar or two
My husband went and stole it, I don't know what to
Lord, I wish I was a single girl again
Lord, I wish I was a single girl again
Two little children, layin' in the bed
Both of them so hungry they can't raise up their head
Lord, I wish I was a single girl again
Lord, I wish I was a single girl again