Seven Years with the Wrong Man by Bob Miller Lyrics

Oh, girls, gather ‘round and hear my sad tale
Of the man I once loved but I sent him to jail
This man that I married had his mind in one track
Gave him that precious thing that I'll never get back

Seven Years with the wrong man is a long time to live
Seven Years with the wrong man who could take but not give
If I had my ruthers, girls, you’ll understand
I'd rather have 10 babies than to have the wrong man

In summer I cooled him, when he felt the heat
In winter I warmed him, warmed his icy feet
With only a headache, he'd groan and he’d cry
If men had women's aliments, most of them would die

Girls, why are we saving for some no good man
They've had the same habits ever since time began
Girls, they'll drive you crazy, put your mind in a fog
You can find more friendship in owning a dog

Seven Years with the wrong man is a long time to dwell
Seven years with the wrong man is like living in hell
Maybe somewhere there's good men but the worst ones prevail
But there's one consolation, we can throw them in jail
Maybe somewhere there's good men that are hanging around
Only good men that I know are under six foot underground