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'My Poor Baby' (v040218)
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This is a blues piece intended to sound much like an old recording of live performance. I also have a web page at my music website that gives more detail re. history & intent of composition re. this song.
vocals spiritual music bass john songs cello fiddle eagle djembe bongos scruffy eileen fordham banjitar violalin
It's just me, folks. Me, my instrutments, and my omnipresent muse. Blues, jazz, rock, country - any mix which fits is what I do.
My music is an adventure of spirit - frequently, my freely-given gift to those I find myself with.
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Genre
Blues • Blues General
Charts
#2,766 today Peak #104
#1,175 in subgenre Peak #43
Author
Scruffy Eagle
Rights
Copyright (C) 2010, by scruffyeagle.com
Uploaded
July 11, 2010
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MP3 4.4 MB • 128 kbps • 4:45
Story behind the song
This was written in 2003, about & for my court-kidnapped daughter. She might never actually hear it, but I made it anyway. It's been many years since this was made. I had it posted online at a different showcase, but that contract's expired - so, I decided to post it here where it will do more good for the world; i.e., being posted where more people will hear it.
Lyrics
"MY POOR BABY" Copyright (C) 2003 thru 2010, by: scruffyeagle.com All Rights Reserved. (NOTE: Items in parentheses are spoken as vs. sung.) Dedicated to: Eileen. ==================================================== Been years, since I saw my poor baby. (Eileen.) Three years, since I moved out of town. Three years, since her mother court-raped me. (Perjury.) Hard years, since they tore my life down. My tears will not help my poor baby - those tears, that I've cried in the night. No, tears won't protect my poor baby. My tears cannot set wrong to right. They made sure my poor baby can't know me - (Who is she now?) they don't care, 'bout the crimes that were done. They won't let my poor baby have her daddy. They don't want her to know right from wrong. (No father, for that child!) Oh, no one will tell my poor baby what the truth is, or expose all the lies. Oh, no one does care for my poor baby, 'cept her daddy, who's away in exile. Some day, I might see my poor baby,... (Eileen?) On that day, she won't know me at all. (Who will she be?) On that day, I would tell my poor baby why she didn't have me in her life. Why she didn't have me in her life. (Why I couldn't be there, in her life.)
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