Oh my love

My daddy was a drunk

my mother was a slave

the marriage was blue funk

now how do I behave

the past did never go

the future never came

the only thing I know

is things just stay the same

   The days are endless

   and the nights are long

   I am defenseless

   and the feeling’s wrong

Oh my love

Oh my love

My first love was from Spain

but she became a whore

the second was a saint

she ran her parents’ store

the third was like the rain

the land cries out for more

now I’m alone again

just minding my own store


1990