I went to the doctor, and the doctor said,
“In about a half a year, you’ll be dead”.
I just hung my head and let out a sigh,
What can I do before I die?
He told me to go the edge of town,
stand on the bridge, then look down.
At the river’s levee is a little dugout.
Inside is a woman with a nose like a snout.
Her hair is greasy and stingy and gray
She weighs 300 pounds and gaining every day
She only bathes when it pours down rain.
“Let me tell you brother, this sight is a pain.
Now, take my advice, this is what you do.
Go down there and get her to marry you.”
How’s that going to help me when I’m in strife?
“Well, I don’t proclaim this to be a cure,
but it’ll be the longest six months of your life.”