A man has the right to see his baby
It makes no difference what that man has done
I'll bet my baby's really growing
Oh Lord, I've just got to see my son
She left
me before she had my baby
A baby boy that I have never seen
Oh how I've tried, but she won't let me see him
Now what could make a woman be so mean?
Oh Lord, I've just got to see my son She left
me before she had my baby
To see my baby's all that's on my mind
Oh why won't she let me see him just one time?
Well, I've got my mind made up to see my baby
And nothing she can do to help me
And nothing she can do will stop me now
There's the house I think I hear him crying
And I'll get in to see my boy somehow
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He's not at all the way I had him pictured
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He looks exactly like my best friend Jim
It's plain as day, oh Lord, he's not my baby
Now I wish I'd never laid my eyes on him
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