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I was talking to a lady a few days ago |
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And these are the words she said |
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If you see my child somewhere |
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As you journey here and there |
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Tell him I'm waiting for my child to come home |
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I am waiting and waiting for my child to come |
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I'm waiting and waiting for my child to come |
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If you can't come home |
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Could you please send me a letter |
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A letter would mean so much to me |
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Oh my child may be somewhere |
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On his sick bed |
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With no one there to rub his aching head |
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Oh my child may be somewhere |
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In some lonely jail |
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With no one there to go his bail |
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If I only knew what town my child was in |
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I'll be there on that early morning train |
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And no matter what's crime |
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Lord you know that this child is mine |
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That's why |
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I'd be waiting for my child to come home |
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I am waiting, waiting for my child to come |
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I am waiting, waiting for my child to come |
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If he can't come home |
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Could he please send me a letter |
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A letter would mean so much to me |
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I am waiting, waiting |
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I am waiting and waiting |
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I am waiting for my child to come home |
