The Legacy Of Margaret Brown

Dear man, you must be mad Good man, how many drinks have you had? Don't you know? Your family's worried sick over you In any event we have no time to spare The canvas of your age has a tear And a needle without a thread does not a life mend Mamma's worked yourself into a terrible fret Keep saying, "You can see him" And we say, "Not quite yet." Oh, not quite yet All quiet on the streets we hear the footsteps echo Kids run up the stairs and look down from below But the streetlight flickers Mamma gets sicker She says she's goin' to the place where no one twice goes So I had to come and arrest you from your sleep You see you got too many promises to keep And what's more they be dying of starvation With all the food on this world there still be famine in this here nation You know you love them but they really don't know How can they see where the poison go? 'Cause it's far, far better thing than I've ever done For you to become the father to your only son Look long at the father before you Sits with his hands on his knees 'cause he don't know what to do In his old tweed coat and his dress shoes Furrowed brow and the eyes of the confused Tries desperately to explain his Subsequent recluse In the remainder of his days I know he old but mind you How the years go by in a second or two Won't be long to your kids are lookin' at you Just as you are now Just as you are now Turn around, my good man, turn around Turn around, my good man, Margaret Brown Turn around, my good man, turn around Turn around, for dear Margaret Brown Turn around, my good man, turn around Turn around, make your way down Turn around, my good man, turn around Turn around, for dear dear Margaret Brown. --- The Legacy of Margaret Brown - State Radio