Your baby boy, he done grown so tall
You lent him all your joy, he done spent it all
Hear him cry for home in a dry creek bed
Your baby boy, he grown so tall, got to hang his head
O god of love, O song of home
Who touched this body that I do not seem to own
The sky is low and made of lead
Your baby boy, he grown so tall, got to hang his head
Where are you going? Where have you been?
Heard you cry for home into an old tin can
Well you ain't well-spoke, you just well-read
My baby boy, you grown so tall, got to hang your head

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