Used to Her

Glad that I ain't used to her no more Glad that I ain't used to her no more She always burned my bacon And she could never shut a door And I'm glad that I ain't used to her no more I wish I wasn't used to her back then I wish I wasn't used to her back then Could've picked a good girl who did not crave other men And I wish I wasn't used to her back then When I start gettin' used to her I get down on my knees Say "Lord I know not what I do" Forgive and help me please When I get used to her, I'm sick of me When I get used to her, I'm sick of me I want to run and hide Like a kitten up a tree When I get used to her, I'm sick of me When I start gettin' used to her I get down on my knees Say "Lord I know not what I do" Forgive and help me please Once we said for better or for worse 'Til one of us was riding in a hearse It's same the same old song, we just wrote another verse And gettin' used to her is gettin' worse So I'm glad that I ain't used to her no more I'm glad that I ain't used to her no more This song is finally over and it sure has been a chore And I'm glad that I ain't used to her no more And I'm glad that I ain't used to her no more