Mother Guides Beth Hart

Mama



I know my face
Seems crazed and wild
But I got her eyes
A mama's child am I
She's blessed with grace
And is smooth as a line
And when I shade
She helps me shine

And she comes to me
When there's nothing I believe
And holds me so high
Yes I am free
Saying why hold the anger
It won't let you fly
Just remember
And I'll remember
Cause of Mama, Mama
And I'll get by

Tom Waits On Obsession

Lucinda

Well they call me William The Pleaser
I sold opium, fireworks and lead
Now I'm telling my troubles to strangers
When the shadows get long I'll be dead

Now her hair was as black as a bucket of tar
Skin was as white as a cuttlefish bone
I left Texas to follow Lucinda
Now I'll never see heaven or home

Amalia's Threat Scares Me Never Mind Her Daughter

If you leave my sight a man will come give you a bear hug and take you into the woods.