Текст песни Uncle Tupelo - 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

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


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