Cry, lonely daughter,
while your mother’s away, far away
Baby remembers bein held,
bein held every day
Mama singin,
“Baby mine, don’t you cry”
Mama singin,
“Baby mine, don’t you cry”
Grown girl is gone to find a baby,
stop the lonely, make her smile
She has lots of money
so the baby will be healthy
It won’t cry
Sigh, jilted daughter,
you were the pride in your day,
back in the day
Pleasing the mother with your sweet,
with your sweet, sassy ways
Who will wash your hair
and who will dry it?
Who picked out that
ugly dress that you have on?
You’ll be a mess, I guess,
until you find that loneliness
like a kernel in your sneaker
Pry it out
Mama, let the baby cry
It won’t die
Mama, let the baby cry,
It won’t die
A good girl cuts the strings
and goes away
and brings the baby
by and by

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