Uncle Tupelo I Wish My Baby Was Born Lyrics

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I wish, I wish my baby was born sitting on his papa's knee
And you, poor girl, were dead and gone green grass growing over thee

I'm not no saint, nor I never shall be
'Til the sweet apple grows
From the sour apple tree
I still hope the day will come
When you and I will walk as one

Written by: Jay Stuart Farrar, Jeff Tweedy, Jeffrey Scott Tweedy
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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