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    HONEST LULLABY
    (Words and Music by Joan Baez)

    Early early in the game
    I taught myself to sing and play
    And use a little trickery
    On kids who never favored me
    Those were years of crinoline slips
    And cotton skirts and swinging hips
    And dangerously painted lips
    And stars of stage and screen
    Pedal pushers, ankle socks
    Padded bras and campus jocks
    Who hid their vernal equinox
    In pairs of faded jeans
    And slept at home resentfully
    Coveting their dreams

    And often have I wondered
    How the years and I survived
    I had a mother who sang to me
    An honest lullaby

    Yellow, brown, and black and white
    Our Father bless us all tonight
    I bowed my head at the football games
    And closed the prayer in Jesus' name
    Lusting after football heroes
    tough Pachuco, little Neroes
    Forfeiting my A's for zeroes
    Futures unforeseen
    Spending all my energy
    In keeping my virginity
    And living in a fantasy
    In love with Jimmy Dean
    If you will be my king, Jimmy, Jimmy,
    I will be your queen

    And often have I wondered
    How the years and I survived
    I had a mother who sang to me
    An honest lullaby

    I travelled all around the world
    And knew more than the other girls
    Of foreign languages and schools
    Paris, Rome and Istanbul
    But those things never worked for me
    The town was much too small you see
    And people have a way of being
    Even smaller yet
    But all the same though life is hard
    And no one promised me a garden
    Of roses, so I did okay
    I took what I could get
    And did the things that I might do
    For those less fortunate

    And often have I wondered
    How the years and I survived
    I had a mother who sang to me
    An honest lullaby

    Now look at you, you must be growing
    A quarter of an inch a day
    You've already lived near half the years
    You'll be when you go away
    With your teddy bears and alligators
    Enterprise communicators
    All the tiny aviators head into the sky
    And while the others play with you
    I hope to find a way with you
    And sometimes spend a day with you
    I'll catch you as you fly
    Or if I'm worth a mother's salt
    I'll wave as you go by

    And if you should ever wonder
    How the years and you'll survive
    Honey, you've got a mother who sings to you
    Dances on the strings for you
    Opens her heart and brings to you
    An honest lullaby

    © 1977, 1979 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)


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