Letra de I Wish My Baby Was Born
I wish, I wish my baby was bornsitting on his papa's knee
and you, poor girl, were dead and gonegreen grass growing over thee
and you, poor girl, were dead and gonegreen 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
'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
TWEEDY, JEFFREY SCOTT/FARRAR, JAY STUART
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