She unscrews the top of a new whiskey bottle And shuffles about in her candle lit hovel, Like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens She smells like the cat and the neighbours she sickens
I have to admit that Labelled with Love always brings out the maudlin in me (I've known a few people over the years who have returned home after a working life spent abroad, and struggled to pick up the pieces of their early lives).
Two verses stand out (but then, that's most of the song).
During the war an American pilot Made every air-raid a time of excitement She moved to his prairie and married a Texan She looked from a distance our love was a lesson He became drinker and she became mother She knew that one day she'd be one or the other He ate himself older drunk himself dizzy Proud of her features she kept herself pretty....
He like a cowboy died drunk in a slumber Out on the porch in the middle of summer She crossed the ocean back home to her family But they had retired to roads that were sandy She moved home alone without friends or relations Lived in a world full of age reservations A moth eaten object she'd say that she'd sod all her friends Who had left her to drink from her bottle
She unscrews the top of a new whiskey bottle And shuffles about in her candle lit hovel, Like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens She smells like the cat and the neighbours she sickens
I have to admit that Labelled with Love always brings out the maudlin in me (I've known a few people over the years who have returned home after a working life spent abroad, and struggled to pick up the pieces of their early lives).
Two verses stand out (but then, that's most of the song).
During the war an American pilot Made every air-raid a time of excitement She moved to his prairie and married a Texan She looked from a distance our love was a lesson He became drinker and she became mother She knew that one day she'd be one or the other He ate himself older drunk himself dizzy Proud of her features she kept herself pretty....
He like a cowboy died drunk in a slumber Out on the porch in the middle of summer She crossed the ocean back home to her family But they had retired to roads that were sandy She moved home alone without friends or relations Lived in a world full of age reservations A moth eaten object she'd say that she'd sod all her friends Who had left her to drink from her bottle
Yep, if I’m in a rare sad mood thinking about my mum, I can’t sing along to it without crying. Thankfully, as I get older, it happens less & less.
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Two verses stand out (but then, that's most of the song).
During the war an American pilot
Made every air-raid a time of excitement
She moved to his prairie and married a Texan
She looked from a distance our love was a lesson
He became drinker and she became mother
She knew that one day she'd be one or the other
He ate himself older drunk himself dizzy
Proud of her features she kept herself pretty....
He like a cowboy died drunk in a slumber
Out on the porch in the middle of summer
She crossed the ocean back home to her family
But they had retired to roads that were sandy
She moved home alone without friends or relations
Lived in a world full of age reservations
A moth eaten object she'd say that she'd sod all her friends
Who had left her to drink from her bottle
During the wartime an American pilot
She moved to his prairie and married a Texan
She moved to his prairie and married the Texan
She looked from a distance our love was a lesson
She learned from a distance, how love was a lesson.
A moth eaten object she'd say that she'd sod all
On moth-eaten armchair, she say that she'd sod all.
Just sayin'