Lyric The Blonde Waltz

Oh! My love my darling young son
All we need is a hungry council
Clean living it s all here in your home
Wouldn t it be nice to get away. Shout!
Morning how are you today, my hands are blazing
My arms are broken
I looked you up, I read your book
I held you up, I kept you good
I guess I didn t really take a look
I guess I m your man

Oh! My love be quiet and be quick
I found a house to live (keep out the weather)
I m blind and I m sick
I heard the sound of thunder
In the place where all the poets sing
I couldn t get out, I couldn t get in
I m hearing you, I m hearing you
I looked up, I found God (love)
I couldn t see I ll soon be 33
I guess I didn t really want to see
I guess I m your man

Oh Lord I feel my footsteps go on
All we need is a loving council to keep living
And I ll keep moving on ?I ll keep my guard
And (Buy) another farm find a hospital
To fix a broken arm Be a pedigree
On a higher ground ?come with me come with me
I ve been run on, been walked on, been spat on, been whispered to
I guess I didn t mean to hurt you

I too often try not to think about it, build myself a ship and then
Destroy it?I always have to check
To see if I m still breathing

Oh! My love My darling young son
Go rest your weary head
And I will pray for good to come
Wouldn t it be nice to get away
Shout (good) morning how are you today
My hands are blazing my arms are broken
I took you up, I read your book
I looked you up, I kept you good
I guess I didn t really take a look
I guess I m your man
I guess I m your man