Nothing Much - My Bubba

I shall lay my burden down

I shall lay my burden down

instead I cling him heavy to my head

when I should lay my burden down

I ought to leave my maid

I ought to leave my maid

instead I sleep heavy on this bench

when I ought to leave my maid

hold my heart, and hold my waist

the whole night through

hold my heart, and hold my head

till the day is new

everything up here froze to ice

everything that once was very nice

there’s nothing much that I can do till springtime will arrive

since everytnig up here froze to ice

when home sweet home seems far away

find a place to rest

all your well-grown weird alley

upon the holy chest

hold my heart, and hold my waist

the whole night through

hold my heart, and hold my head

till the day is new

until the day is new…