Country divorce song

**mirwalk** · 15th-July-2007

She got the gold mine
sung by Jerry Reed
song was a hit in 1982. Seems like a lot of guys have seen the horrors of marriage a long way off. However, it never seems to get the attention it deserves.

Well, I guess it was back in sixty-three
When eating my cooking got the better of me
So asked this little girl I was going with to be my wife

Well, she said she would, So, I said 'I do',
But I'd of said I wouldn't If I'd of just knew
How sayin' 'I do' would screw up all of my life.

Well, the first few years weren't all that bad.
I'll never forget the good times we had,
'Cause I'm reminded each month when I send her the child support.

Well, it wasn't too long 'till the lust all died.
And I'll admit I wasn't too surprised
The day I come home and found my suitcase sittin' out on the porch.

Well, I tried to get in, she changed the locks.
Then I found this note taped on the mailbox that said
'Goodbye, Turkey! My attorney will be in touch.'

So, I decided right then and there
I was gonna do what's right, give her her fair share.
But, brother, I didn't know her share was gonna be that much!

[chorus 1]
She got the gold mine, I got the shaft.
They split it right down the middle, and then they give her the better half.
Well, it all sounds sort of funny, but it hurts too much to laugh.
She got the gold mine, I got the shaft.

Now, listen, you aint't heard nothin' yet.
Why, They gave her the color television set
Then they give her the house, the kids and both of the cars.

See, then they start talking about child support,
Alimony, and the cost of the court
Didn't take me long to figure out how far in the toilet I was.

I'm telling you they have made a mistake,
'Cause it adds up to more than this cowboy makes.
Besides, everything I ever had worth taking they've already took.

While she's living like a Queen on alimony,
I'm working two shifts, eatin' balogna
Askin' myself, 'Why didn't you just learn how to cook?'

[chorus 2]
They gave her the gold mine, They give me the shaft.
They say they're splittin' it all down the middle, but she got the better half.
Well, it all sounds mighty funny, but it hurts too much to laugh.
She got the gold mine, I got the shaft.

[gtr solo]
{repeat chorus 1]

## spoken in the fade out ##
You ain't kiddin', I got the shaft!
Well, I don't have to worry about toting a billfold no more
ha-ha-ha-ha
I'll let my wife tote it, I'm gonna be totin' food stamps, get it, Judge?
I'm gonna be... ju- Haa-ha-haaaa ...that's not funny, huh? wha- huh?
Contempt of court? I didn't mean it!

**Dr David Banner** · 31st-July-2007

Must cut and and paste that - on the doors of a few liars I mean lawyers.

1982 eh? Shows how long this family law racket has been going on. I do recall hearing a few country songs that bring up the woes of modern men.I remember a A DJ a woman passing a remark what are they going on about....and of course playing songs which are unbridled in their hatred of men without a whimper.

**IronLady** · 31st-July-2007

My husband is a big fan of country music....and he likes this one, too

I Wanna Talk About Me ! Lyrics by Toby Keith

Uh huh, thats right
We talk about your work, how your boss is a jerk,
We talk about your church and your head when it hurts.
We talk about the troubles youve been havin wit your brother
bout your daddy and your mother and your crazy ex-lover.
We talk about your friends and the places that youve been,
We talk about your skin and the dimples on your chin.
The polish on your toes and the run in your hose,
And God knows were gonna talk about your clothes.
You know talkin about you makes me smile, but every once in a while,

I wanna talk about me, I wanna talk about i
Wanna talk about number 1 oh my, me, my,
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see.
I like talkin about you, you, you, you usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about me! (me, me, me,) I wanna talk about me-e-e. (me, me, me)

We talk about your dreams and we talk about your schemes,
Your high school team and your moisturizer cream.
We talk about your nana up in muntzi, indiana,
We talk about your grandma down in alabama.
We talk about your guys of every shape and size,
The ones that you despize and the ones you idolize.
We talk about your heart, bout your brains and your smarts,
And your medical charts and when you start.
You know talkin about you makes me grin, but every now and then,

I wanna talk about me, I wanna talk about i,
Wanna talk about number 1 oh my, me, my.
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see.
I like talkin about you, you, you, you usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about me! (me, me, me,) I wanna talk about me-e-e (me, me, me)

(I wanna talk about me) mmmm me, me, me, me, me
(I wanna talk about me) mmmm me, me, me, me, me

You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you,
I wanna talk about me!

I wanna talk about me, I wanna talk about i,
Wanna talk about number 1 oh my, me, my.
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see,
Oh I like talkin about you, you, you, you usually, but occasionally,
I wanna talk about me! (me, me, me) I wanna talk about me-e-e
I wanna talk about me! (me, me, me) no me-e-e! (me, me, me)