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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Thata¢ę¢ās 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
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Waiting For My Child
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| Patty Griffin |
