Lyrics

THE DAY MARGARET MARRIED / © James Barton 1973

Well they say that she knew every man in St. Louis by name
That might be misleading all right, but the meaning’s the same
When Margaret was working you’d never be left in the cold… If you needed her
A classical storybook whore with a heart of gold

I can remember a night in December so grey
I was down on my luck, I was tired with no place to stay
Margaret, she made up her couch and she kept me the night …. With her very best
And a better rest I’ve never had when she turned out the light

And a dozen men loved her like me… A regular family tree
So I wasn’t surprised when she looked in my eyes
And she told me, I already knew

(You know) the day Margaret married a dozen men shared in the tears
And the strangers to God went to church for the first time in years
We wished her our best while the organist played her a tune… And we sang our parts
But the hearts of a dozen were broken on that afternoon
You know the hearts of a dozen were broken on that afternoon

And a dozen men loved her like me… A regular family tree…
Still it brings back a smile when I think of her style
I can still remember the days…

When they said that she knew every man in St. Louis by name
That might be misleading all right, but the meaning’s the same
When Margaret was working you’d never be left in the cold… If you needed her
A classical storybook whore with a heart of gold
She was a classical storybook whore with a heart of gold