Deep down in the south county
Over where the paper mill runs
Lived a man, a young country doctor
With the perfect wife and sons

Well, he worked his days
And on Sundays he'd pray
And nobody knew
Why the wife slowly withered away

I saw the country doctor
To ask him what was wrong with me
He was caught unaware, accidental and devil-may-care:
Behind the curtain, I see two shadows in front of me
Whoa, nobody knows the trouble I've seen

My guess, there was another woman
And with the kids and the money, was a lot to lose
He said she had a rare affliction
And he was doing all he could do
And we all believed him
Felt so sorry, and then -
I thought once he was a fine man -
Now, I don't remember when

Well, I saw the country doctor
To ask him what was wrong with me
He was caught unaware, accidental and devil-may-care:
Behind the curtain, I see bottles unmarked in front of me
Whoa, nobody knows the trouble I've seen
I saw the country doctor
In a place where he didn't see me
Way out in the middle of the night
Where he thought no one could see
Over there in the parlor room
Making eyes, hands roaming free
Someone soon must know the trouble I've seen

Did you think about the young ones?
One day they'll know it was you
And if they let you off one day
Who, then, will you turn to?

And my wife remembers one thing
She said, "I remember kind of strangely
At a friend's wedding one time
It was a look that he gave me."