| I was talking to a lady a few days ago
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| And these are the words she said
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| If you see my child somewhere
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| As you journey here and there
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| Tell him I’m waiting for my child to come home
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| I am waiting and waiting for my child to come
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| I’m waiting and waiting for my child to come
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| If you can’t come home
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| Could you please send me a letter
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| A letter would mean so much to me
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| Oh my child may be somewhere
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| On his sick bed
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| With no one there to rub his aching head
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| Oh my child may be somewhere
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| In some lonely jail
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| With no one there to go his bail
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| If I only knew what town my child was in
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| I’ll be there on that early morning train
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| And no matter what’s crime
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| Lord you know that this child is mine
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| That’s why I’d be waiting for my child to come home
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| I am waiting, waiting for my child to come
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| I am waiting, waiting for my child to come
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| If he can’t come home
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| Could he please send me a letter
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| A letter would mean so much to me
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| I am waiting, waiting
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| I am waiting and waiting
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| I am waiting for my child to come home |