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my baby's in the skymy baby's in the rivermy baby's in the old stone wallin the old stone wallmy baby packed a trunkwith more than he could carrymore than he could carry down the old dirt roaddown the old dirt roadand there's a hole in the house where my baby boy laythere's a hole in the house where my baby boy laythere's a hole in the house where my baby boy laythe morning still comesmy days are full of cleanin'and the candles still burn as the sun goes downbut there's a hole in the house where my baby boy laythere's a hole in the house where my baby boy laythere's a hole in the house where my baby boy laybaby boy, lay your headbaby boy, lay your headbaby boy, lay your head downthere's a hole in the house where my baby boy laythere's a hole in the house where my baby boy laythere's a hole in the house where my baby boy laybaby boy laybaby boy laybaby boy lay |
