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Mama always told me that he was a no good, rotten, lowlife son of a gun And everybody knew to stay away from him when the alcohol was running through his veins Really though It was all my fault For tripping down the stairs And miscarrying the baby A bright blue baby boy Came out silent, so ****** quiet He was still and tiny It broke my heart in two seein' his tiny blue hands We buried him under the oak tree In the back yard right under the swing I loved that swing My husband loved his alcohol and hated my incompetence and liked to leave some marks on a woman But I loved him with all of my aching heart even with all the bruises that shaded my skin He was the best thing that ever happened to me I took all the beatings and the nasty words because of it But when he brought home that woman Well, you'd guess I was pretty upset But I refused to go down without a fight So that night I lit a few candles Put on my best nightgown Waited for him in the bedroom Even managed to clean all the dirt out from underneath my fingernails. I was in the garden all day After all it was hard work digging myself up from under the old oak tree
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
The Old Oak Tree
Mama always told me that he was a no good, rotten, lowlife son of a gun And everybody knew to stay away from him when the alcohol was running through his veins Really though It was all my fault For tripping down the stairs And miscarrying the baby A bright blue baby boy Came out silent, so ****** quiet He was still and tiny It broke my heart in two seein' his tiny blue hands We buried him under the oak tree In the back yard right under the swing I loved that swing My husband loved his alcohol and hated my incompetence and liked to leave some marks on a woman But I loved him with all of my aching heart even with all the bruises that shaded my skin He was the best thing that ever happened to me I took all the beatings and the nasty words because of it But when he brought home that woman Well, you'd guess I was pretty upset But I refused to go down without a fight So that night I lit a few candles Put on my best nightgown Waited for him in the bedroom Even managed to clean all the dirt out from underneath my fingernails. I was in the garden all day After all it was hard work digging myself up from under the old oak tree
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
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