If I had you

A Marrying Man

Lest, of course, I marry a man
Sweet as could be with sweeter hands
Nice and right as he could be
I married him young, married him right, so there could be three.

How'd we know how it would go
If I knew how it would be
I would've picked a stronger man
The way strong men pick on me.

I could only blame myself
When he changed,
I could not blame the baker for being a liar
And I could not find a warrior when I needed a fighter.

All my battles won
But all my belongings gone
My rage of blood and fire
I wonder where I'd be
If I'd chosen the man behind him.