John Wesley Harding - Bad Dream Baby Lyrics
She had a criminal conversation with the devilOn the back seat of a burned out Toyota CamryShe said she'd finally found a way to start a familyBut not one soul could conceive that she was on the level And the strange thing was she didn't seem to careHe got what he came for and left her to kiss the airBut the baby burned like bitumen inside herThat inhuman son of a ***** never even called herThe doctor said, 'It'll be some kind of daughter' She dreamed she gave birth to a thousand spidersWho crawled up to her ear and called her motherAnd whispered words of wonder from her other loveThere There, There ThereIt'll be all right, It's just a dream A bad dream babyThe days flew by like petals on a flowerUntil the hour she screamed out with a vengeanceThe busy father could not be in attendanceAlthough he sent his people to the baby shower And her tiny eyes were brighter than the sunAnd shone upon her mother more than anyoneThere There, There ThereIt'll be all right, It's just a dreamA bad dream baby Now when mother dreams her dark and handsome strangerGood daughter brings her messages and moneyChanges dirt and dust to bread and honeyThe dowager's reward for peopling the mangerAnd that little girl is growing in this world You can tell she'll always be her daddy's girlYou can tell she'll always be her daddy's little girlIt'll be all right, It's just a dreamA bad dream baby
