Pretty Little Martha

I wrote a song for your big brother
And I'm gonna write a song for you
I wrote a song for your big brother
And I'm gonna write a song for you too

Don't cry pretty little Martha
Don't cry pretty little girl
Don't cry pretty little Martha
The prettiest girl in the whole damn world
Prettiest girl in the whole damn world

I sang that song for your big brother
And I'm gonna sing this song for you
I sang that song for your big brother
And I'm gonna this one for you

You're in Quebec with your mother
And I'm down here in New York state
In Quebec with your mother
The world is cruel and so is fate
The world is cruel and so is fate

Oh you know I love your brother
And you know that I love you
Oh you know I love your brother
How I miss the both of you!
We will be reunited, maybe on your birthday
Will be reunited, on the eighth day in month of May
On the eighth day in month of May

I wrote a song for your big brother
Now I've written one for you
I wrote a song for your big brother
Now I've written one for you

Don't cry pretty little Martha
Don't cry pretty little girl
Don't cry pretty little Martha
The prettiest girl in the whole damn world
Prettiest girl in the whole damn world