Bald Headed End Of The Broom - June Carter

Now love is a very funny thing

And it catches the young and the old

It’s just like a dish of boardinghouse hash

To many gal it’s sold

I’ll make you feel like a fresh water eel

And cause your head to swell

For love is blind, you’ll lose your mind

It’ll empty your pockets as well

Gals, stay away from the fellows, I say

And give them plenty of room

For when you wed, they’ll beat you ‘til you’re dead

With the bald headed end of a broom

Now come young girls take my advice

Don’t be in a hurry to wed

You’ll think you’re in cover ‘til your honeymoon’s over

Then you’ll wish that you were dead

With 2 little babies on your knees

And a husband with a plaster on his nose

You’ll find that love don’t go so strong

If you have to wear secondhand clothes

Gals, stay away from the fellows, I say

And give them plenty of room

For when you wed, they’ll beat you ‘til you’re dead

With the bald headed end of a broom

Gals, stay away from the fellows, I say

And give them plenty of room

For when you wed, they’ll beat you ‘til you’re dead With the bald headed end of

a broom