Martha Tom Waits
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[1] Guitar chords
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And Martha,
And we s
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I feel so much old now, you're much older too.
How's the husband, how's the kids? You know that I got married too.
Lucky that you found someone who makes you feel secure.
We were all so young and foolish, now we are mature.
And those were days of roses, of poetry and prose
And Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrow, we packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.
I was always so impulsive, guess that I still am.
All that really mattered then was that I was a man.
Guess that our bein' together wasn't meant to be.
Martha, Martha, I love you, can't you see.
And those were days of roses, of poetry and prose
And Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrow, we packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.
I remember quiet evenings trembling close to you...
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Bmaved them for a GraiAny dDay.[
G D A7 D A7 Bm A G]I feel so much old now, you're much older too.
How's the husband, how's the kids? You know that I got married too.
Lucky that you found someone who makes you feel secure.
We were all so young and foolish, now we are mature.
And those were days of roses, of poetry and prose
And Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrow, we packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.
I was always so impulsive, guess that I still am.
All that really mattered then was that I was a man.
Guess that our bein' together wasn't meant to be.
Martha, Martha, I love you, can't you see.
And those were days of roses, of poetry and prose
And Martha, all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrow, we packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.
I remember quiet evenings trembling close to you...
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