Now the swan it floated on the English river. Ah, the rose of high romance, it opened wide. A sun tanned woman yearned me through the summer. And the judges watched us from the other side I told my
Got your hand up all in my shirt. And you know that it hurts. Ball and chain, my ball and chain. Crossing the street you look so fine. Making up everything that's in my mind. Ball and chain, ball
Yes, I'm sittin' here thinkin'. Thinkin' about Miss Martha King. Well, I'm sitin' here thinkin'. Thinkin' about Miss Martha King I'm in love with that woman. I ain't afraid to call her name Lord
Martha, she listens for the ticking of my footsteps, patiently. She sifts the hairy air that's worn and wood-swept, pleasantly She does as she pleases, she listens for me Martha, she calls to me
Martha, she listens for the ticking of my footsteps, patiently. She sifts the hairy air that's worn and wood-swept, pleasantly She does as she pleases, she listens for me Martha, she calls to me
Song Lullaby . Singer Loudon Wainwright III. Shut up and go to bed. Put the pillow under your head. I'm sick and tired of. all your worries. Shut up and say goodnight. Say your prayers. and
