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.