my baby's been watchin me black eyes at the bottom of the sea
my baby's been callin me through the mountain and the wind in the trees
my baby's got a long white hand
he's got a gun underneath his nightstand
my baby's got a broken heart my baby don't know where to start
my baby dances from two to four he never never shuts
his eyes he never locks the door my baby sings the roundelay
he's got a heart made out of river clay
my baby's been looking for me in the bottom of the old oak tree
my baby is a broken man my baby doesn't understand
my baby dances from twelve to 6 and you can tell he's gettin hungry
he's dyin for a fix his hands are wring