A Stitch In Time chords and lyrics - LUCY WARD

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