Clutches - John Martyn

Well my residential woman said, said to me

That you daren’t eat peaches from a hawthorn tree

Well she said it to me once

And then she said it again

Even though I try, I can’t remember when

Well my residential woman

She’s as fine as can be

Yeah my residential woman

She’s the one for me

And I believe, yes I do believe

And I believe to the depths of my dark black soul

Like I used to believe in sweet rock and roll

I believe to the depths of my pure white soul

Like I still believe in sweet jelly roll

She got me, she got me

In her clutches

Well my very special woman said yesterday

She’s always economic when I’m going away

Well I turn around and say, she’s got no reason to fear

Cos I’m always economic when you’re sitting right here

My very special woman

She’s the one for me

My residential woman

She’s as sweet as can be

Well I believe, yes I believe

I believe to the depths of my hard luck soul

Like I used to believe in sweet jelly roll

Believe to the depths of my pure white soul

I used to believe in sweet rock and roll

She got me, yeah, she got me

In her clutches

Sweet clutches

Every kind of clutches

Those clutches