Lucy Ward sings Mike Waterson's "A Stitch in Time" Chords

[N] _ _ _ [A] _ Well, [Am] there [B] once were a woman [C] and she lived [G] on her [F] own, she slaved on her own [A] and she'd skip it on her own.
She had two [C] little boys [F] and two little girls, yet she [C] lived all [Dm] alone with her husband.
_ _ [Am] Well, her [C] husband, he was a hunk of a [A] man, he was a chunk of a man, he was [Bb] a drunk of a man.
[A] He was a hunk of [C] a drunk, of a skunk of a man, such a boozy, [F] boozy bully [C] of a [Am] husband. _ _
_ [C] Well, her husband come home [G] drunk each night and he felt her black and [Bb] he felt her white,
thrashed [G] her to it [A] and each of her light and [E] bare knees snore like [G] a pig _ would her [A] husband. _ _ _
[C] One night she gathered [G] her tears [C] all around [D] her shade _ [C] and she covered up the bruising and [A] she cried over pain.
_ No, no, no, [E] no, not ever again, for [G] I can't live _ anymore [D] with a drunken _ _ husband.
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Well, her husband lay [C] asleep [D] in the _ [C] bed, all the strangest thought [D] came into her _ head.
She took up the needle and [C] she sought out a friend and she went straight into her [E] sleeping _ _ husband.
_ [Dbm] _ [Am] Well, she set [G] to work with a girlish thrill [Bm] and a woman's [A] iris-intra-skill.
_ She fiddled and talked with an [E] iron wheel and she [A] stitched all around her [G]
[C] sleeping _ [Ab] husband.
_ [C] Oh, [E] the top sheets [Bm] and the [G] bottom sheet too [B] and the blanket [A] stitched to the [Ab] mattress through.
[A] _ _ She fiddled and talked with an iron wheel and she [B] stitched all around [C] that sleeping _
[Ab] husband.
[C] _ _ _ [B] Well, her husband woke with a pain in [Db] his _ head _ [B] and he found he could [Ab] not move in the [A] bed.
_ [E] Sweet [Am] Christ, he never [C] lost me legs, now [B] she just sat and [Gb] smiled at her [Ab] husband.
_ _ _ [B] In her hand she held the frying [Db]
pan _ _ _ [Bb] _ and with a foot or other out she [Dbm] flew at him.
And he could [E] not move and he cried, God damn, now don't [Bm] you swear at [A] me, me drunken [Ab] husband.
_ _ Well, she felt [B] him black and she felt him blue with the frying pan [Ab] and the con in the tube.
_ [A] _ _ _ Oh, it was just a stroke or two, such a bruising, bruising and [Db] _
repenting [A] _ husband.
_ _ Now if you will come, I'm [Bm] drunk anymore, I'll stitch you [A] in and I'll thrash you more.
And I'll [Ebm] pack me bags and [Gbm] I'll be gone, [Gb] for I can't [B] live anymore with a drunken [Db] husband.
[Ab] _ _ _ _ Now, isn't it true what a [Dbm] wife can do, [E] with a rolling pin and [Ab] a skittle too?
_ [D] _ [Ab] Now he's sobered up and he's boozed and he's [Ebm] through and she [F] [B] don't live _ [D] anymore [Dbm] with a _ [Db] drunken _ _ [Ab] husband.
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