G                             C          G 
     I can't wait on, baby, the smiling merchant said, 
                                                   D 
    as he stooped and softly toyed with his golden curly head. 
       G                            C             G 
     want to call up mamma, came the answer full and free, 
                                         D            G           
     you telephone and ask her when she's coming back to me. 



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    G                                 C                             
 child,  the merchant murmured as he stroked the anxious brow, 
                                              D 
 telephone connection, where your mother lives at now. 
    G           G7           C              G 
 telephone in heaven? and a tear sprang in her eyes. 
                               D            G 
 thought God had everything with him up in the sky. 

              G                         C                G 
     her that I get so lonesome, that I don't know what to do, 
                                                  D           
     and papa cries so much I guess, he must be lonesome too. 
         G                           C             G 
    Tell her to come to baby, 'cause at night I get so 'fraid, 
                                      D             G 
    with no one there to kiss me, when the lights begin to fade. 



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          G                              C            G                               
    All through the day I want her since my dolly's got so sore, 
                                                     D                                      
    with the awful punching brother give it with his little sword. 
          G                         C            G             
    There ain no one to fix it since mamma's gone away, 
                                       D             G                                    
    and poor little lonesome dolly's getting thinner every day. 


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