The Blonde Waltz - The Charlatans

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 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 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