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HARD IS THE FORTUNE Sung by: Berry Sutterfield Recorded in Big Flat, AR 8/20/59 Click here to listen to the original recording They're always controlled, And they're always confined. They're bound to their parents Until they're made wives, And then they're made slaves all The rest of their lives. These boys, they'll go courting; They'll dress up so fine. To cheat these poor girls Out of their own heart's design. They'll keep these poor girls up 'Til they're almost ready to die. They'll raise up and say, "Boys, I wish you'd go 'way." "Before I'll go 'way, I'll go lie in your barn," Like some false-hearted lover, All puffed up in scorn. They'll rise up next morning, They'll brush off the straw, They'll saddle up their horses, And away they will ride, Like some false-hearted lover, All puffed up in pride. They'll come home and they'll stagger And they'll reel. Oh, God bless these poor girls, How bad I do feel. I wish I was single; I'd court none at all. I'd keep Bachelor's hall; For a desire it is the best. No wife to scold, No children to squall. Let a man be drunk or sober, He's always at his rest. |
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All Songs Recorded by John Quincy Wolf, Jr., unless otherwise noted The John Quincy Wolf Folklore Collection Lyon College, Batesville, Arkansas Back to the Song Index Back to the Wolf Collection Homepage ©Copyright 2002 Lyon College |