Verse 1 Saturday morning, used to be my day I'd clean the whole house and make it shine all the way But my workin life stopped and changed the whole plan I had to find a new rhythm for me and my man I let go of the worry, let go of the strain People drifted away, but I didn't complain Now I sweep when I want to and the dishes get done But theres one final battle that hasn't been won Chorus Oh, its the split king blues, yeah its dragging me down The heaviest chore in this little country town Two king single mattresses pushed side by side With a gap in the middle where the fitted sheets hide I'm climbing up high just to reach for the top Lifting the mattress and hearing a pop There goes my back, and my fingers are jammed The mattress slams down like an elastic band Verse 2 My husband's in his eighties, he'd help if I asked But I wouldn't put him through this impossible task So I stare at the bedding and curse under my breathe Cause tackling these corners could be my death So I push and I pull till I'm red in the face Trying to get the darn fitted sheets into place A flat sheet would bunch up and slide to the floor So I look at the mattress and sigh at the chore Chorus Oh, its the split king blues, yeah its dragging me down The heaviest chore in this little country town Two king single mattresses pushed side by side With a gap in the middle where the fitted sheets hide I'm climbing up high just to reach for the top Lifting the mattress and hearing a pop There goes my back, and my fingers are jammed The mattress slams down like an elastic band Bridge I heard of a plastic wedge that can conquer the blues A whisper of hope that I heard on the news No more climbing up high, no more pinching my skin Just a simple little tool to tuck everything in So I'll head to the shops and check down the aisles I'd try anything to make this bed smile No more pain In my back, from fighting this beast The battle is won and the bed is at peace Outro Yeah i've traded the backache for a piece of cheap plastic Now making the bed is no longer drastic So the sheets get changed on Saturdays once more And they stay where there put, not piled on the floor (Music stops Spoken line) ...Now, I'm gonna put on the kettle and kick of my shoes Yeah, cause I finally conquered... those split...king...blues
