Chumbawamba – A Stitch In Time (Guitar)

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A husband came home drunk each night,

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And he thrashed her black and he thrashed her white,

                      G
He thrashed her to within an inch of her life,

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Then he slept like a log, did her husband.

D             G
As he lay and snored in bed,

  A                 D
A strange idea came into her head,

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She went for the needle and she went for the thread,

    A                        D
And straight to her sleeping husband.

D                            G
She started to stitch with a girlish thrill,

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With a woman's art and a seamstress' skill,

                              G
She pinned and tucked with an iron will,

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All around her sleeping husband.

D                    G
Husband awoke with a pain in his head,

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He found he could not move in bed,

                            G
"Sweet Christ I've lost the use of me legs!",

A                       D
Wife just smiled at her husband.

D                           G
She thrashed him black, she thrashed him blue,

       A                D
With a frying pan and a colander, too,

                          G
With a rolling pin just a stroke or two,

A                       D
A battered and bleeding husband.

D                  G
Isn't it true what small can do,

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With a thread and a stitch and a thought or two,

                          G
He's wiped his slate, his boozing's through,

    A                D
Goodbye to a drunken husband.