Lord I was standing, standing
'round my baby's bed
Well, my Lord, my lord he
take my baby away
Why, why, why, why
when your soul don't come
back
Lord, I hung my head and cried
Said, now baby please please
don't worry
Said, now baby please please
don't worry
'cause everybody's gotta go
Why, why, why, why
The best man, God knows, I
ever had
All day, that Sunday
I just hung my head and cried
So sad, that Sunday
When my Lord he take my baby
Why, why, why, why
I need my baby on some old
lonesome day
and I sing the blues on every
decoration day
on every decoration day
Marco Giunco |
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