The Be Good Tanyas
The Be Good Tanyas
The Be Good Tanyas
The Be Good Tanyas
The Be Good Tanyas
The Be Good Tanyas
The Be Good Tanyas
The Be Good Tanyas
The Be Good Tanyas
The Be Good Tanyas
The Be Good Tanyas
The Be Good Tanyas
The Be Good Tanyas
I wish, i wish my baby was born
Sittin' on her mama's knee
But you, poor girl are dead and gone
And grass is growing over thee
Oh i'm not no saint, no i never shall be
'till the sweet apple grows
On a sour apple tree
Still i hope that the day will come
When you and i will walk as one
I wish i wish my baby was born
Sittin' on her papa's knee
But you poor girl are dead and gone
And grass growing over thee