John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding - Bad Dream Baby lyrics
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She had a criminal conversation with the devil On the back seat of a burned out Toyota Camry She said she'd finally found a way to start a family But not one soul could conceive that she was on the level And the strange thing was she didn't seem to care He got what he came for and left her to kiss the air But the baby burned like bitumen inside her That inhuman son of a bitch never even called her The doctor said, 'It'll be some kind of daughter' She dreamed she gave birth to a thousand spiders Who crawled up to her ear and called her mother And whispered words of wonder from her other love There There, There There It'll be all right, It's just a dream A bad dream baby The days flew by like petals on a flower Until the hour she screamed out with a vengeance The busy father could not be in attendance Although he sent his people to the baby shower And her tiny eyes were brighter than the sun And shone upon her mother more than anyone There There, There There It'll be all right, It's just a dream A bad dream baby Now when mother dreams her dark and handsome stranger Good daughter brings her messages and money Changes dirt and dust to bread and honey The dowager's reward for peopling the manger And that little girl is growing in this world You can tell she'll always be her daddy's girl You can tell she'll always be her daddy's little girl It'll be all right, It's just a dream A bad dream baby