Not So Sweet Martha Lorraine Lyrics

Not So Sweet Martha Lorraine lyrics

She hides in an attic concealed on a shelf
Behind volumes of literature based
on herself
And runs across the pages like some tiny elf
Knowing that it's
hard to find
Stuff way back in her mind,
Winds up spending all of her
time
Trying to memorize every line

Sweet Lorraine, ah, sweet
Lorraine. 
Sweet lady of death wants me to die
So she can come sit by my
bedside and sigh
And wipe away the tears from all my friends eyes
Then
softly she will explain
Just exactly who was to blame
For causing me to
go insane
And finally blow out my brain,
Sweet Lorraine, ah, sweet
Lorraine. 

Well you know that it's a shame and a pity
You were raised
up in the city
And you never learned nothing 'bout country ways,
Ah, 'bout
country ways. 

The joy of life she dresses in black
With celestial
secrets engraved in her back
And her face keeps flashing that she's got the
knack,
But you know when you look into her eyes
All she's learned she's
had to memorize
And the only way you'll ever get her high
Is to let her
do her thing and then watch you die,
Sweet Lorraine, ah, sweet Lorraine.


Now she's the one who gives us all those magical things
And reads us
stories out of the I Ching,
Then she passes out a whole new basket of
rings
That when you put on your hand
Makes you one of the Angel
Band
And gives you the power to be a man,
But what it does for her you
never quite understand
Sweet Lorraine, ah, sweet Lorraine. 

Well you
know that it's a shame and a pity
You were raised up in the city
And you
never learned nothing 'bout country ways,
Oh 'bout country ways, oh 'bout
country ways,
Yeah, about country ways, oh, country ways ...