The Forty-Ninth Parallel

Should have married for money
 Like any woman in her right mind would do
 Instead I settled for love
 And don't you know that that's the worst thing you can do
 We fell short on rent
 We fell short on good time
 Now I got nothing to my name
 His name that I took for mine
 See I come from the country
 From a family of status and pride
 To counting tips in the city
 As a low-class, working man's bride
 We fell short on rent
 We fell short on good time
 Now I got nothing to my name
 His name that I took for mine
 Now I'm back in the country
 With what little is left of my prime
 I got the ranch now I just need a cowboy
 On that forty-ninth parallel line
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 Should have married for money
 Like any woman in her right mind would do
 Instead I settled for love
 And don't you know that that's the worst thing you can do