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Tears are Dripping … by Jessie 10/05 1920’s, times are mighty hard Momma’s seven children fill a tinny yard All the clothes there wearing, done got passed down Every pair of shoes, even made the rounds Nights are short and the days are long Hard to fix what you don’t knows wrong Tears are dripping form the dead dogs eyes Momma calms the children with a lullaby **** chilly night, fires burning hot Ain’t nothing cooking, got an empty *** Bellies all a swollen from the lack of food No one helps momma, feed her hungry brood Aint no Daddy … Daddy went and died Momma was too busy…never even cried Tears are dripping from the dead dogs eyes Momma calms the children with a lullaby Momma makes a living washing white folk’s clothes Winter mighty cold …feel the north wind blow Kids huddle around, keeping each other warm Momma always said, gotta ride out the storm Every days a challenge, every days a chore   Meeting every day, not knowing what’s in store Tears are dripping from the dead dogs eyes Momma calms the children with a lullaby
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Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC
Tears are Dripping
Tears are Dripping … by Jessie 10/05 1920’s, times are mighty hard Momma’s seven children fill a tinny yard All the clothes there wearing, done got passed down Every pair of shoes, even made the rounds Nights are short and the days are long Hard to fix what you don’t knows wrong Tears are dripping form the dead dogs eyes Momma calms the children with a lullaby **** chilly night, fires burning hot Ain’t nothing cooking, got an empty *** Bellies all a swollen from the lack of food No one helps momma, feed her hungry brood Aint no Daddy … Daddy went and died Momma was too busy…never even cried Tears are dripping from the dead dogs eyes Momma calms the children with a lullaby Momma makes a living washing white folk’s clothes Winter mighty cold …feel the north wind blow Kids huddle around, keeping each other warm Momma always said, gotta ride out the storm Every days a challenge, every days a chore   Meeting every day, not knowing what’s in store Tears are dripping from the dead dogs eyes Momma calms the children with a lullaby
Always thought this could have been a song
#tears#blood#dripping#dog#children#life#hard
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M/Springfield MO
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC
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