Saint Gertrude
Roamed these broken alleyways
Played cards with gamblers and thieves
Strayed like any good cat
I held a jack of hearts under my sleeve
Saint Gertrude comes to me
Begs me for her hand
Queens opens her eyes to see
Helps me to understand
No reason for saving
Got nothing under my tongue
Tried my hands at praying
Cross above the doorway hung
Saint Gertrude comes to me
Begs me for her hand
Queens opens her eyes to see
Helps me to understand
She walks on down to Texas
Invites me to come along
I don't ramble much no more
You'll find her in a song
Saint Gertrude comes to me
Begs me for her hand
Queens opens her eyes to see
Helps me to understand
Writer/s: Verses the Inevitable
