the lonely man
shift work, hard work
the man took off his shirt
to pick the beans
he runs through the field,
and by the end he was tired
he went inside to find his wife,
she was with another man.
he put on his shirt and grabbed his gun
the trigger was pulled and then there was one,
the man did what he thought he should do,
killing his wife and her lover,
when all of this time she had it undercover
the man was now lonely, but still had his field
he learned a lesson,
but now he is free,
nothing worries him, not even a pea
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