A

 C : You're the reason I'm a-ridin' around on recapped tyres.

                                                         A    - A7 


  L : And you're the reason I'm hangin' our clothes outside on wires.

 
               D

You're the reason our kids are ugly, little darlin'.

          E

Ah, but looks ain't ev'rythin', and money ain't ev'rythin',

       E7                A

but I love you just the same.

 

                   A

 C : You're the reason I've changed to beer from soda pop.

                                                         A  - A7

    L : And you're the reason I never get to go to the beauty shop.

 

CHORUS

 

        D                                  A 

    I guess that we won't ever have everything we need,

            B7                              E - - - - -  - E7 - - - 

    ?cause when we get "ahead", it's got another mouth to feed.

 
                       A

 L : And that's the reason that my good looks and my figure is gone.

                                                 A        - A7

    C : And that's the reason that I ain't got no hair to comb.

 

 CHORUS

 

 conversation 
 

L : Conway, why in the devil don't you go and shave 

     and put on a clean pair of pants?

 

C : But Loretta, look at yourself. Now I wish you'd take them curlers out

    of your hair and go put on a little makeup and get out of that

    housecoat before supper.

 


L : Ha, well, let me tell you something, Conway, considerin' everything

     that I went through today, I look like a movie star.

 

C : Eh-he-yeah, Ruth Buzzie.

 

L : Thankyee.

 

C : Besides that, all our kids took after your part of the family, anyway.

 

L : Oh they did, huh? What about?s the ones that's bald?

 

C : Ha ha ha, well, I guess you could say they take after me?..