I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I had to put her, six feet under, and I can still hear her complain
I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I knew I’d miss her, so I had to keep her
She’s buried right in my back yard
I used to love her, but I had to kill her
I used to love her, but I had to kill her
She bitched so much. She drove me nuts, and now I’m happier this way
I used to love her, but I had to kill her, and I can still hear her complain
False hearts have been my downfall
Pretty women have been my craze
I’m sure my false hearted lover
Will drive me to my lonesome grave
They’ll bite the hand that feeds them
Spend all the money you can save
From your heart strings weave silk garters
Build a dog house on your grave
When my earthly stay is over
Sink my dead body in the sea
Just tell my false hearted lover
That the whales will watch over me
Ragged clothes dropping from my body
The wolf howls around my door
The man who won my darling girl
Will feel the bite of my forty four