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Now I can't wait on babies, the smiling merchant said |
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As he stooped and softly toyed with his golden curly head |
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I want to call up mama, came the answer full and free |
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Would you telephone and ask her when she's coming back to me |
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My child, the merchant murmured |
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As he stroked the anxious brow |
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No telephone connection |
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Where your mother lives at now |
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No telephone in heaven |
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And the tears sprang in her eyes |
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I thought God had everything |
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With him up in the sky |
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Tell her that I get so lonesome that I don't know what to do |
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And papa cries so much I guess he must be lonesome, too |
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Tell her to come to baby, 'cause at night I get so 'fraid |
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With no one there to kiss me when the lights begin to fade |
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My child, the merchant murmured |
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As he stroked the anxious brow |
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No telephone connection |
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Where your mother lives at now |
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No telephone in heaven |
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And the tears sprang in her eyes |
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I thought God had everything |
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With him up in the sky |
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All through the day I wander since my dolly's got so tore |
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Where the awful punching brother give it with his little sword |
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They ain't no one to fix it since mama's gone away |
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And poor little lonesome dolly's getting thinner every day |
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My child, the merchant murmured |
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As he stroked the anxious brow |
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No telephone connection |
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Where your mother lives at now |
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No telephone in heaven |
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And the tears sprang in her eyes |
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I thought God had everything |
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With him up in the sky |
