A fist through the window,
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A foot in the front door,
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A belly full of wiskey and cocaine,
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He went of the deep end,
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Yelled I hate you I'm leaving,
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I'm taking this car and you won't ever see me agian,
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And she Cried ooohohoh Where's my little baby,
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She cried ooohohoh where's my sweet little boy,
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Have I already lost him,
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Have I already lost him,
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Four in the morning she heard the fone ring,
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And knew it was gonna be real bad,
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they told her they found him,
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Just south of blood mountian,
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The car was in peices
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but he was hanging on by the thread,
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And she Cried ooohohoh not my little baby,
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She cried ooohohoh not my sweet little boy,
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Have I already lost him,
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It was a Long time coming,
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He was a time bomb waiting to blow,
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He had to hit rock bottom,
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He had to fight with the devil,
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and pay up the death he was owed,
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Aw,
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A holy revival his head in the bible,
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Learning to walk strait agian,
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Now he's clean and sober,
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It'll be a year in october,
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He's holding a good job,
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And mama is so proud of him,
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And she says ooohohoh that's my little baby,
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She says ooohohoh that's my sweet little boy,
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And she says ooohohoh that's my little baby,
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And she says ooohohoh that's my little boy,
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I thought we had lost him,
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Lord I thought we had lost him
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Sweet Little Boy
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| Corey Smith |
