The Blonde Waltz Lyrics
Oh! My love my darling young sonAll we need is a hungry councilClean living it's all here in your homeWouldn't it be nice to get away. Shout!Morning how are you today, my hands are blazingMy arms are brokenI looked you up, I read your bookI held you up, I kept you goodI guess I didn't really take a lookI guess I'm your manOh! My love be quiet and be quickI found a house to live (keep out the weather)I'm blind and I'm sickI heard the sound of thunderIn the place where all the poets singI couldn't get out, I couldn't get inI'm hearing you, I'm hearing youI looked up, I found God (love)I couldn't see I'll soon be 33I guess I didn't really want to seeI guess I'm your manOh Lord I feel my footsteps go onAll we need is a loving council to keep livingAnd I'll keep moving on ?I'll keep my guardAnd (Buy) another farm find a hospitalTo fix a broken arm Be a pedigreeOn a higher ground ?come with me come with meI've been run on, been walked on, been spat on, been whispered toI guess I didn't mean to hurt youI too often try not to think about it, build myself a ship and thenDestroy it?I always have to checkTo see if I'm still breathingOh! My love My darling young sonGo rest your weary headAnd I will pray for good to comeWouldn't it be nice to get awayShout (good) morning how are you todayMy hands are blazing my arms are brokenI took you up, I read your bookI looked you up, I kept you goodI guess I didn't really take a lookI guess I'm your manI guess I'm your man
Charlatans UK The Blonde Waltz
