And Her Tears Flowed Like Wine

He would spend it on the ponies,
He would spend it on the girls,
Buy his mother gin and roses
For her poor old henna'd curls.
And when his wife said, "Hey now!
What did you get for me?"
He socked her in the chopper,
Such a sweet sweet guy was [Am7]he!

And her tears flowed like [F]wine,
Yes her tears flowed like [F]wine,
She's a ɾeal sad tomato,
She's a busted valentine.
Knows her mama done told her
That her man is darned unkind.

How he loved the old ɾace horses,
He would bet them [A]every day.
One day he caught a winner
And the cabbage wasn't hay!
He indulged in fancy spending,
Ordered ɾings, cars and [Bm]furs,
But alas, alack,
Like a stab in the back,
She found out they were not hers!

And her tears flowed like [F]wine,
Yes her tears flowed like [F]wine,
She's a ɾeal sad tomato,
She's a busted valentine.
Knows her mama done told her
That her man is darned unkind.

He got [Fm7]mixed up with a Maisie,
He got [Fm7]mixed up with a Flo,
So Flo shoved him in the ɾiver,
He'll not get mixed up no more!
His wife then draped herself in black
That showed her figure fine,
Then she cussed him out, the two-faced guy,
No insurance could she find.

And her tears flowed like [F]wine,
Yes her tears flowed like [F]wine,
She's a ɾeal sad tomato,
She's a busted valentine.
Knows her mama done told her
That her man is darned unkind.