[Lyric] It Must Be Hard (Priscilla Stewart)

[Introduction]
Oh, play that thing, boy

[Verse]
A gal named Betty Jones
While visiting out West
Stopped a while in Utah
To take a little rest
She asked a man, old and gray
Who chanced to pass her way
"You're a Mormon? Is that true?
Then how many wives have you?"
"I've got six," said the guy
And this is her reply:

[Chorus]
"It must be hard, yes sir
It sure must be hard
To care for six, any way you [fix]
You've got to know some real good tricks
It must be hard, yes indeed
It sure must be hard"
The old man said "Now stop that jive
['Cause/For] girl[s], I can really care for 25"
The young lady said, as she shook her head
"It sure must hard, kind papa
It sure must be hard"
[Instrumental Break]
Play it, boy, you playin' like it's really hard

[Chorus]
It must be hard, she said
It sure must be hard
Oh, every day when I go to dine
A hard-boiled egg is what I find
It must be hard, you bet
I sure must be hard
I know my stuff, I've got [?]
[But/For] when I leave, boy, they say I'm really [?]
To satisfy wife's desire
It sure must be hard, no jokin'
That thing must be hard