Tonalidad: G# minor
Verse 1
Fm
E
Well there once were a woman
Em
and she lived on her own
E
And she slaved on her own
and she skivvied on her own
Fm
Em
She had two little boys and two little girls
C
Fm
E
Yet she lived all alone with her husband
Well her husband, he was a hunk of a man
Em
D
He was a chunk of a man,
E
he was a drunk of a man
He was a hunk of a skunk,
C
of a drunk, of a man
E
such a boozy, bruising bully
of a horse -bend.
D
Well her husband come home
E
drunk each night
and he'd belt her black and
he'd belt her white,
E
C
thrashed her to within an inch of her life
E
D
E
and then he'd snore like a pig.
Warder or spurned,
one night she gathered her tears
D
G
E
all around her shame
and she covered up the bruising
and she cried with the pain.
E
No, you'll not do that ever again
For I can't live any more
with a drunken horse bend
And while her husband lay
D
E
asleep in the bed
D
Oh the strangest thought came
D#
And she took up the needle
C
and she sawed out the thread
E
and she went straight into her
C
E
sleeping horse bend.
C
Well, she's set to work with a girlish thrill
E
D
and a woman's eye and a
E
seamstress skill.
She bibbed and tucked with an iron will
and she stitched all around her
C
E
sleeping horse bend.
Oh, the top sheet and the bottom
sheet too
and the blanket stitched
to the mattress through
C
she bibbed and took the old night through
D
E
and waited for the dawn and her husband
D
well her husband woke with
E
D#
a pain in his head
E
and he found he could
Fm
not move in the bed
E
Sweet Christ in heaven,
C
Fm
have I lost me legs?
E
Now she just sat and smiled at her husband
In her hand she held the frying pan
And with the flutter of her heart
she flew at him
And he could not move,
C
and he cried, God damn,
E
now don't you swear at me,
E
me drunken horse -bun.
Well, she belt in black,
and she belt in blue,
F#m
E
with the frying pan and the colander too.
C
And the rolling pin, just a stroke or two,
E
such a boozing,
C
E
bruising and repenting horse -bun.
D
Now if you will come home
I'll stitch you in and I'll thrash
you more
C
E
And I'll pack me bags and I'll be gone
D
E
For I can't live anymore
C
Em
E
with a drunken husband
Now isn't it true
E
what a wife can do
E
With a rolling pin and a stitch or two
Now he's sobered up
C
and his boozing is through
D
And she don't live any more
E
with a drunken husband
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