Look at that woman standin' there look at that woman ain't she fair
Look at that woman seems so fine
Lord I wish that woman was anybody else of but mine
Anybody else of but mine

She can't cook and she can't love and she ain't worth a dime
And Lord I wish that woman was anybody else of but mine

Face like a child body so nice eyes like an angel heart cold as ice
Look at that woman seems so fine
Lord I wish that woman was anybody else of but mine
Anybody else of but mine

She can't cook and she can't love...
[ harmonica ]
Look at that woman
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(Now Trouble like any other little town has its share of people
Who are always judgin' young people and judge them not
For what they are or what they hope to be someday but for what their folks are
Now if a boy's father is a banker or a doctor or a lawyer
Well this boy can't help to turn out right
But if his dad is a well his dad has kinda unusual accupation
Then this boy can't hope to amount too much
Course there's one good thing about it
In Trouble like any other little town they're seldom right)