Words and Music by Joe Bolinger
They said surely she’ll take you for everything you got.
I said don’t worry cause I ain’t got a lot.
Cept this houndog and this truck
Some swampland and my son
Found her 2 A.M. on ComradeWife.com
She wrote that she liked movies and would make an excellent mom.
She liked dancing, she liked sex.
And American cigarrettes.
My Russian bride, my Russian bride,
It’s a matter of life, not a matter of pride.
When you get here to the American side.
You will be my Russian bride.
I sent her an email saying I liked movies too.
& I could go for dancing, sometimes, when my chores were through.
And to be honest with you maam
We could use a lady’s hand around here.
My son raised an eyebrow. Dad, she’s not weird is she?
Does she know about baseball and how ornery I can be?
Son, I don’t know.
But she’s pretty don’t you think so?
Got her from the airport, and she became my wife.
Just another Hoosier girl with an accent that I liked.
She helped me raise my son.
She loved him and still does.
She had skin like a Moscow snow
On the Kremlin’s spires and Red Square down below.
How’d it go? You’d be surprised.
I’d swear there was love in her eyes sometimes.
Maybe I was her husband, maybe I was her host.
But we had 15 years together, and that’s better than most.
Yeah, they were right, we got divorced.
But some things just run their course.