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It was hard bein' married to Charlie - |
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It was no kind of regular life. |
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He never stopped ramblin' or drinkin' or gamblin', |
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At least not while I was his wife. |
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I never knew what he was up to, |
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Except for those postcards he'd send - |
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Just a coupla lines to say he was fine, |
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And he'd sign them "C. Poole, your old friend." |
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Now and again out of nowhere, |
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He'd come back with his hat in his hand, |
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And I could never stay angry |
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With that dear sweet impossible man. |
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Sometimes he'd sing in the kitchen, |
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Sometimes we'd cuddle and spoon, |
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But mostly I couldn't help feeling |
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Like I married the man in the moon. |
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He always had his explanations - |
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Like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. |
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It was never his fault, and when he got caught, |
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He'd call me to come bail him out. |
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No matter how much I pleaded, |
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He just wouldn't take care of himself. |
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He collapsed in the street, so broke down an' beat, |
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There was nothin' I could to help. |
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Now and again out of nowhere, |
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He'd come back with his hat in his hand, |
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And I could never stay angry |
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With that dear sweet impossible man. |
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Sometimes he'd sing in the kitchen, |
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Sometimes we'd cuddle and spoon, |
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But mostly I couldn't help feeling |
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Like I married the man in the moon. |
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It was hard bein' married to Charlie. |
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Maggie Roche vocal |
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Rob Moose violin |
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Matt Munisteri banjo |
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Maggie |
