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Intro: D9 Dm 
 
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Mamas put your babies to sleep, story too cruelsome for 
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them this is. In Junior high she said goodbye to her parents and ran 
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away with a boy. She left her family warm and kind, all of her friends said 
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"you're out of your mind". Life of her own she would find,  
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it's monday and she's gotta grind. 
 
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A Job as a waitress she sure was to find, beautiful face, 
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mind of a child. Boy got her pregnant, Mary-Lou cried," For this I am 
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too young oh why did you lie" You said "it's okay if we do it today", I was 
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so scared that you would go away. "Despite all the papers been signed,  
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mama take me back be so kind". 
 
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Only a child, reckless and wild, needs to come 
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home again. He promised the moon but won't marry you.  
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Nothing to do, eating for two, he's goin' out with 
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someone new. Sunshine or rain, it's all the same, life isn't gray 
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oh Mary-Lou. 
 
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Mamas do your children still sleep, in the safe of their 
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cradles so sweet. Story I told you I have forseen, Your little angel ain't 
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always so clean. Days to come aren't easy to see, You can change 'em but 
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it isn't free. I see that you don't believe, ooo-oo, but you will see.