'I Was a Young Man' - Albion Country Band [Audio] Chords

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_ _ [A] I was a [E] young man, I was a robber, nothing would satisfy me but a wife.
Soon as I reached the age of twenty weary was I of a single _ life.
The very first year me wife I married, out of her company I could not stay.
Her voice was sweet, is the [G] lock of the minute or the lighting, [E] gale at the break of day.
_ Now she's fairly altered her meaning, now she's fairly changed her tune.
That thing with scolding comes from the mouth of a poor man's labour's never [A] _ [Em] done.
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_ _ [E] _ The very [Em] first year me wife I married, scarce could I get one [E] half-hour's sleep.
With her two knees she rubbed my shins, cries husband dear put down your feet. _
_ The baby [Em] cried, she bitterly scolded, down to the door I was forced her to run.
_ Without trousers, a wig or a waistcoat, [E] the poor man's labour's never _ done.
_ I went up to the top of the hill, but a few me sheep had it all gone astray.
When I came back she was lying in her bed, at twelve o'clock on a winter's day. _
When I came [Em] back both wet and weary, weary and wet now, where could I run?
She was lying in her bed, [E] the fire out beside her, she says young man is the cat [A] along.
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_ Oh [A] I'll go home to me aged [N] mother, she'll be sitting all alone.
Says [A] there's plenty young women to me and why should I be tied to one?
_ Oh young man, I'll go home to me aged mother, she'll be sitting all alone.
I've got [E] ten letters to marry, though they'll grieve you ever more.
Death, oh death, come [G] take my wife and then [E] my sorrows will [A] be all.
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