A man has the right to see his babyIt makes no difference what that man has doneI'll bet my baby's really growingOh Lord, I've just got to see my sonShe leftme before she had my babyA baby boy that I have never seenOh how I've tried, but she won't let me see himNow what could make a woman be so mean?Oh Lord, I've just got to see my son She leftme before she had my babyTo see my baby's all that's on my mindOh why won't she let me see him just one time?Well, I've got my mind made up to see my babyAnd nothing she can do to help meAnd nothing she can do will stop me nowThere's the house I think I hear him cryingAnd I'll get in to see my boy somehowmusicHe's not at all the way I had him picturedmusicHe looks exactly like my best friend JimIt's plain as day, oh Lord, he's not my babyNow I wish I'd never laid my eyes on him*