The Man In The Moon

It was hard bein married to Charlie -
It was no kind of regular life.
He never stopped ramblin or drinkin or gamblin,
At least not while I was his wife.
I never knew what he was up to,
Except for those postcards hed send -
Just a coupla lines to say he was fine,
And hed sign them 'C. Poole, your old friend.'
Now and again out of nowhere,
Hed come back with his hat in his hand,
And I could never stay angry
With that dear sweet impossible man.
Sometimes hed sing in the kitchen,
Sometimes wed cuddle and spoon,
But mostly I couldnt help feeling
Like I married the man in the moon.
He always had his explanations -
Like butter wouldnt melt in his mouth.
It was never his fault, and when he got caught,
Hed call me to come bail him out.
No matter how much I pleaded,
He just wouldnt take care of himself.
He collapsed in the street, so broke down an beat,
There was nothin I could to help.
Now and again out of nowhere,
Hed come back with his hat in his hand,
And I could never stay angry
With that dear sweet impossible man.
Sometimes hed sing in the kitchen,
Sometimes wed cuddle and spoon,
But mostly I couldnt help feeling
Like I married the man in the moon.
It was hard bein married to Charlie.