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Last December I met a girl |
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She took a likin' to me |
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Said she loved me |
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But she didn't know the meaning of the word |
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She imagined love to be grand |
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Me holdin' her hand and |
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Whisperin' sweet things and |
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Cooin' softly like a song bird |
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Then one mornin' she came to me |
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With a tear in her eye |
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And a sigh on her breath |
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Lord, she said, "Hon I'm heavy with child" |
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I said, "God damn girl can't you see |
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That I'm breakin'my back |
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Just tryin' to keep my head above water |
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And it's turnin' me wild" |
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Cinderella, can't you see? |
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Don't want your company |
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You better leave this mornin', leave today |
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Take your love and your child away |
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No no no |
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No no no |
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No no no |
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Rockin' chair on the front porch |
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Well I'm thinkin' about all the things |
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That I did as a young man |
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Now that I'm old |
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I remember her and the boy |
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Did he have all the toys and the joys |
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That a young man should have |
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Before he gets too old |
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Cinderella, couldn't you see? |
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I didn't want your company |
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Should left that mornin', left that day |
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Took your love and your child away |
