By Gene Watson
The
day that we were married
The people shook my hand
They
said we two were now as one
And
me a lucky
man
Wanted us to be
Until the day you told me
We’d be
three
Then
we began the waiting
And
made our little jokes
You couldn’t look at monkeys
And
I gave up my
smokes
You prophasized he’d be a boy
And look a lot like me
Lord but I was proud
That we’d be
three
One
night the endless days of waiting
All came to an end
You
woke me from my restless sleep
And
said we must go
in
The
sun won’t rise on any day
Again like that for me
The day had come when
Two would soon be
three
I
smoked an endless burning chain
Of bitter cigarettes
I must have walked a thousand miles
With
fear in every
step
Two long days and two long nights
That I refused to sleep
And they were losing hope
That we’d be
three
The
preacher came, the doctor came
And said I must be brave
I
remember saying
It
was more than I could
take
Now what’s the world to do with
Any
crazy man like me
A
lonely one who wanted
To be
thr
ee