Lord, I'm tryin' And you know where I been She was not my wife then Well now we're here Not hidin' And we set the kitchen table So I'd probly be able To get away, give my uncle's stable To get it done and get us cable And as far as husbands go I'd be sweet and low Very sweet and low And she smiled like she didn't know I think she knew it though I think she knew it though Oh, the sweetness of being forgotten You just can't remember my name Oh, the sweetness of being forgotten All my work was in vain