THE ANSWER TO LITTLE BLOSSOM
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(arr. Hank Snow)
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¡ì ¨Ï '58 Hill & Range Songs ¡í
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Oh dear I'm so sad and heart broken waiting in my prison cell
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To be tried for the death of sweet blossom my baby that I loved so well
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Last night as I drank in the barroom through the front door my little girl came
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I watched as she slowly approached me and trembled as she spoke my name
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My mind was wounded from drinking as I looked on her face sweet and fair
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I thought that a demon approached me for I struck her down with my chair
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In a flash with my reason returning in pride I looked down at my feet
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And saw not the foam of a demon but my little blossom so sweet
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I gathered her close to my bosom her life was fast fading away
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Dear God I have murdered my baby and now with my life I must pay
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I'm thinking tonight of that June day I walked down the aisle with my bride
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When I promised to love and protect her she then was my joy and my pride
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But soon I had started to drinking and now I've brought death to our home
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Oh why must the innocence suffer and then reap just what they have sown
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I pray to my Maker in Glory for this deed I might be forgiven
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And I hope that the circle I broken will soon be mattered in heaven
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The Answer to Little Blossom
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| Hank Snow |
