Misbegotten Child -

Ah wish me back where I am from

She was as pretty as a picture

And she laughed and held my hand and kicked my toe…

And she spoke about you

I would have been nowhere but where we were and it Didn’t seem to matter if she cared

So though my heart was flipping,

Going;

do!

do!

do!

She spoke about you

Misbegotten child did you throw it all away, now you

Try to hide your tears in the pouring rain?

I want to hear those violins,

Feel those bumps and bells,

Know the devils groan in hell 'cause they can’t have

You

Ah wish me back where I am from

And take your hands off of my collar!

What you’re going through’s not what you’re supposed to She spoke about YOU;

She threw her head back

And she sang out your name

And I wondered what to do And if I wanted to So though my heart was flipping over, going;

do!

do!

Do!

do!

She spoke about you

Wish me back where I came from

She was as pretty as a picture

And she laughed and held my hand and kicked my toe…

And she still said «no»