Packin' Trunk

This song was made about a man and a woman

This man wanna marry the woman

She didn't want him

But she married him anyhow

For the money that he had

And she thought she got every dollar he had

But she was mistaken

But she got him pretty well bent

He's sittin' with his head hung down

She walked by and she says

"Daddy, what's the matter with you?"

He looked down

And you know what he said to her

"I'm sittin' down here wonderin'

Would a matchbox hold my clothes

I'm sittin' down here wonderin'

Would a matchbox hold my clothes

I'm sittin' down here wonderin'

Would a matchbox hold my clothes"

She asks him, says

"Papa, says, what's the matter with you?"

"I don't wanna be bothered

With no suitcase on my road

I don't wanna be bothered

With no suitcase on my road

I don't wanna be bothered

With no suitcase on my road"

He said, "I'm goin' to see my friend

And see what he was doin'

When his wife packin' up her trunk"

Ah, what would you do

When your baby packin' up her trunk

What would you do

When your baby packin' up her trunk

Now what would you do

When your baby packin' up her trunk

He looked down at him

And you know what he told him

"Get you a half a gallon o' whiskey

And get on you a big drunk

You get you a half a gallon o' whiskey

And get on you a big drunk

Get you a half a gallon o' whiskey

And get on you a big drunk"

She said, "Daughters, go play the piano

Please for me a little piece"

Little girls jumped down

And commenced to playin' the piano