D G A DD G A D [Verse 1]D G A husband came home drunk each night,A D And he thrashed her black and he thrashed her white,G He thrashed her to within an inch of her life,A D Then he slept like a log, did her husband. [Verse 2]D G As he lay and snored in bed,A D A strange idea came into her head,G She went for the needle and she went for the thread,A D And straight to her sleeping husband. [Interlude]D G A DD G A D [Verse 3]D G She started to stitch with a girlish thrill,A D With a woman's art and a seamstress' skill,G She pinned and tucked with an iron will,A D All around her sleeping husband. [Verse 4]D G Husband awoke with a pain in his head,A D He found he could not move in bed,G "Sweet Christ I've lost the use of me legs!",A D Wife just smiled at her husband. [Interlude]D G A DD G A D [Verse 5]D G She thrashed him black, she thrashed him blue,A D With a frying pan and a colander, too,G With a rolling pin just a stroke or two,A D A battered and bleeding husband. [Verse 6]D G Isn't it true what small can do,A D With a thread and a stitch and a thought or two,G He's wiped his slate, his boozing's through,A D Goodbye to a drunken husband.
A Stitch In Time
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