Not So Sweet Martha Lorraine

Intro 

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

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

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

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

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

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