The Doctor and the Doctor's Wife

The doctor and the doctor's wife Struggling hard to build a life And sometimes luck or a log washes on the shore Dick Boulton from the Indian camp Trudging through the cold wet sand With a cross-cut saw firmly in his hand The steamer Magic sailing past Through the woods past the cottage And past the big two men on the little dock Oh, release me from my pledge, I'm standing on a ledge, and I'm doing the best I can Oh, the shotgun in my hands, I let the screen door slam to my wife, the doctor's wife Son, take me as I live and am Come and help me understand what it means, what it takes to be a man Show me where confusion starts Show your place among the stars Show me where the black squirrels are Oh, release me from my pledge, I'm standing on a ledge, and I'm doing the best I can Take this shotgun from my hands, I let the screen door slam to my wife, the doctor's wife