The Man In The Moon

(альбом: High Wide & Handsome: The Charlie Poole Project - 2009)

It was hard being married to Charlie
It was no kind of regular life
He never stopped rambling or drinking or gambling
At least not while I was his wife
I never knew what he was up to
Except for those postcards he'd send
Just a coupla lines to say he was fine
And he'd sign them "C. Poole, your old friend"

Now and again out of nowhere
He'd come back with his hat in his hand
And I could never stay angry
With that dear sweet impossible man
Sometimes he'd sing in the kitchen
Sometimes we'd cuddle and spoon
But mostly I couldn't help feeling
Like I married the man in the moon

He always had his explanations
Like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth
It was never his fault, and when he got caught
He'd call me to come bail him out
No matter how much I pleaded
He just wouldn't take care of himself
He collapsed in the street, so broke down an' beat
There was nothing I could to help

Now and again out of nowhere
He'd come back with his hat in his hand
And I could never stay angry
With that dear sweet impossible man
Sometimes he'd sing in the kitchen
Sometimes we'd cuddle and spoon
But mostly I couldn't help feeling
Like I married the man in the moon

It was hard being married to Charlie