I ain’t wipin’ your tears no more
But that ain’t no betoken
That my love for you’s all through
It’s just that the washer is broken.
So I got no clean handkerchiefs
And we can’t afford no Kleenex
My shirts can’t have saltwater stains
In case my boss inspects.
So forgive me, my sweetheart,
I love you as before
But for now I’ll have to let
Your tears fall to the floor.