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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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