Madonna on the Curb Lyrics - Jonatha Brooke

Release information
Release Date: 2008-8-26
length: 3:33
JONATHA'S NOTE:
Funny how a propos this one still is today, even though Woody wrote the lyric in 1939. We're still traipsing around the world trying to tell everyone else how to run their countries, and we can't even take care of our own. There's also a pared down version of this song on the album "Songs for Tibet" – to benefit the Art of Peace Foundation.

On the curb of a city pavement, by the ash and garbage cans.
In the stench of rolling thunder of motor trucks and vans,
There sits a little lady with brave but troubled eyes,
And in her arms a baby that cries and cries and cries.
She cannot be more than three, but the years go fast in the slums,
And hard on the pangs of winter's cold, the pitiless summer comes.

The wails of sickly children she knows, she understands,
The pangs of puny bodies, the clutch of small hot hands.
The deadly blaze of August that turns men faint and mad,
She quiets the peevish urchins by telling of dreams she had.
Of heaven with its marble stairs, and ice and singing fans.
And God in white, so friendly there, just like the drug store man.

On the curb of a city pavement by the ash and garbage cans.
In the stench of rolling thunder of motor trucks and vans,
There sits a little lady with brave but troubled eyes,
And in her arms a baby that cries and cries and cries.
So when you're giving millions to Belgian Pole, and Serb,
Remember my beautiful lady, MADONNA ON THE CURB.

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Tracklist
CD 1
  • 1 My Sweet and Bitter Bowl
  • 2 You'd Ought to be Satisfied Now
  • 3 All You Gotta Do Is Touch Me
  • 4 My Flowers Grow Green
  • 5 Madonna on the Curb
  • 6 There's More True Lovers Than One
  • 7 Sweetest Angel
  • 8 My Battle
  • 9 Little Bird
  • 10 The Taste of Danger
  • 11 New Star
  • 12 Coney Island Intro
  • 13 King of My Love