I Wish My Baby Was Born Songtext
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I wish, I wish my baby was born
Sitting on her mama's knee
But you, poor girl are dead and gone
And grass is growing over thee
Oh I'm not no saint
No I never shall be
Til the sweet apple grows
On a sour apple tree
Still I hope that the day will come
Sitting on her mama's knee
But you, poor girl are dead and gone
And grass is growing over thee
Oh I'm not no saint
No I never shall be
Til the sweet apple grows
On a sour apple tree
Still I hope that the day will come
When you and I will walk as one.
I wish I wish my baby was born
Sitting on her papa's knee
But you poor girl are dead and gone
And grass growing over thee.
Oh I'm not no saint
No I never shall be
Til the sweet apple grows
On a sour apple tree
Still I hope that the day will come
When you and I will walk as one.
I wish I wish my baby was born
Sitting on her papa's knee
But you poor girl are dead and gone
And grass growing over thee.
Oh I'm not no saint
No I never shall be
Til the sweet apple grows
On a sour apple tree
Still I hope that the day will come
When you and I will walk as one.
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