Lyrics

Bertha Marie

Oh, Bertha Marie
I could be set free
If it turns out to be
That even a small part of me is a little bit like you

They tore down the old court house on the hill where we used to play
I’ve been thinking about those times a lot these days
Under the bridge on O’Neill Creek, a secret fishing hole
And the old folks would tell me so how those days would slip away

In my dreams I can go back there and I can see your face
All the beauty and the grace all the years could not erase
I cry for the ways I broke your heart
Tears of joy when I gave you cheer
I was wild and careless but still you held me dear

In my dreams I can go back there and I can hear your voice
Shutting out the noise, making me feel safe at night

Oh, oh Bertha Marie
I could be set free
If it turns out to be even a small part of me is a little bit like you

In my dreams I can go back there and I can hear your voice
Shutting out the noise, making me feel safe at night

Oh, Bertha Marie
I could be set free
If it turns out to be
That even a small part of me is a little bit like you
If even a small part of me is a little bit like you
If even a small part of me is a little bit like you