Uncle Tupelo - I Wish My Baby Was Born

I wish, I wish my baby was born sitting on his papa's knee
And you, poor girl, were dead and gone green grass growing over thee

I'm not no saint, nor I never shall be
'Til the sweet apple grows
From the sour apple tree
I still hope the day will come
When you and I will walk as one

Written by:
JAY STUART FARRAR, JEFF TWEEDY, JEFFREY SCOTT TWEEDY

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Uncle Tupelo

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March 16-20, 1992 March 16-20, 1992