Twisted elm all around a caravan
Spring is slowly breaking winter’s curse
Swollen knuckles screaming with arthritis
Snatching at a promissory purse
You could pry yourself from the vice grips
Pull off your bloomers and swim
You could take your advice from a vicar
Or marry the man twice
Back straight, stroll into a parlour
Shaking like a needle on a pine
Hide the dirt that’s caked under your fingernails
Place a bet, pass away the time
Saving all your silver for the Sabbath
You could be an evangelical’s wife
Never trust a man with his back in the corner
Keep your eyes wide for the rip in the tide
No, no never trust a man with his back in the corner
Keep your eyes on the rip in the tide
Smoke rising up from the glassworks
Cutting thru the blue hours of the morn
All your insides fell all to pieces
Tucked inside your skirts away from harm
Stash all your hope inside a bottle
Now, throw it to the sea and watch it sink
You’d be better off without those dreams about tomorrow
Chance is often kinder than you think
Or you could see out the evening’s offer
Just give into your urge to turn and run
You could take your advice from a vicar
Or marry the man twice
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