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 love I couldn't see I'll soon be 33 I guess I didn't really wanna see I guess I'm your man Oh, Lord, I feel my footsteps go on All we need is a loving counsel 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 don't need to try to think about it Build yourself a ship and you 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 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