| Baby Dear (Stacy Grubb, Fiddle Fudd, BMI) Born in the dead of winter I’ve been cold since my first breath My mother wasn’t married They found me naked on her breast In her left hand she held my finger In her right, a loaded gun One bullet missing from the chamber She couldn’t live with what she’d done The years rolled by, the years rolled by Raised as a rich man’s servant Sleeping on his attic floor When I was old enough to marry He soon desired something more But he already had a family His wife she tossed me to the street I had nothing but my freedom And his baby’s mouth to feed But I got by, I got by Beneath the weeping willow Is where my son took his first breath And I thought of my poor mother As I brought him to my breast In my left hand I held his finger With my right I wiped a tear And I felt rich beyond all measure Praise God for sending me my baby dear Sweet Lullaby, sweet Lullaby Hush, little baby, don’t you cry |
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