I Wish My Baby Was Born Lyrics
I Wish My Baby Was Born Lyrics. But you, poor girl are dead and gone. And me, poor girl, were dead and gone.
Til the sweet apple grows on a sour apple tree still i hope that the day will come. Oh i'm not no saint. Sitting on her mama's knee.
I Wish, I Wish My Baby Was Born.
On a the sour apple tree. Til the sweet apple grows on a sour apple tree still i hope that the day will come. But still i hope, but still i hope the time will come.
I Ain't Ahead, Nor Never Will Be.
On a sour apple tree. But you, poor girl are dead and gone. And grass is growing over thee.
I Wish My Baby Was Born Lyrics.
And the green grass growing o'er my feet. I wish, i wish my baby was born sitting on his papa's knee and you, poor girl, were dead and gone green grass growing over thee i'm not no saint, nor i never shall be 'til the sweet apple grows from the sour apple tree i still hope the day will come when you and i will walk as one I wish, i wish my baby was born.
And Let The Green Grass Grow O'er My Feet.
And the green grass growin' o'er my feet. I wish, i wish my baby was born and sittin' on its papa's knee and me, poor girl and me, poor girl, were dead and gone and the green grass growin' o'er my feet i ain't ahead, nor never will be 'till the sweet apple grows on a the sour apple tree but still i hope the time will come when you and i shall be as one i wish i wish my love had died and sent his soul to wander free then we might. I ain't ahead, nor never will be.
And Me, Poor Boy, Were Dead And Gone.
Oh i'm not no saint. I wish, i wish / my baby was born / and sittin' on / it's papa's knee / and me, poor girl / and me, poor girl /. Tim eriksen am c i wish, i wish my baby was born am g and sitting on its papa's knee am c and me poor girl (and me poor girl).
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