A laughing baby boy one evening in his play
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Disturbed the household with his noisy glee
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I warned him to be quiet but he soon would disobey
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For he would soon forget a word from me
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I called him to my side and said now son you go to bed
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Your conduct has been very very rude
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With quivering lips and tear filled eyes he pleaded then with me
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Don't make me go to bed and I'll be good
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Don't papa and I'll be good don't papa and I'll be good
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That's what I heard him say and it haunts me night and day
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Don't make me go to bed and I'll be good
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Our lives have just been gladdened by his bright ascending beam
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Our boy now in our heart was very dear
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We hastened to his bed one night he was talking in his sleep
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He didn't seem to know that we were near
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I took him in my arms and found his body raked with pain
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To ease the pain we did the best we could
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It broke my heart to hear him crying loudly in his sleep
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Don't make me go to bed and I'll be good
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All night and day we watched and prayed we never left his side
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To give him up it seemed we never could
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It broke my heart to hear him crying just before he died
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Don't make me go to bed and I'll be good
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Don't papa and I'll be good...
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Don't Make Me Go To Bed And I'll Be Good
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| Roy Acuff |
