Hush Little Baby
Hush, little baby, don't you cry
Your mama's got a 12-gauge held up high
And if that boy ever breaks your heart
I'll send him where the moon meets and kisses the stars
He's messin' with my baby
And I ain't gonna tell him twice
If you come home cryin'
Kiss his Chevy and these matches goodbye
You're comin' off gentle
Something like a preacher's daughter
The same can't be said for me
Thanks to your father
'Cause I know his kind like the back of my hand
Just 'cause he's a male don't make him a man
Hush, little baby, don't you cry
Your mama's got a 12-gauge held up high
And if that boy ever breaks your heart
I'll send him where the moon meets and kisses the stars
I count my blessings, count these shells
It'll only take one shot to bring him down
Better treat you right, 'cause if he don't
The Lord's gonna call him home
Keep his eyes open
The very last thing he'll see
Is me standin' with a shovel
Buryin' him six-foot deep
Hush, little baby, don't be scared
We'll lay him next to Daddy in the graveyard there
Yeah!
Hush, little baby, don't you cry
Your mama's got a 12-gauge held up high
And if that boy ever breaks your heart
I'll send him where the moon meets and kisses the stars
Count my blessings, count these shells
It'll only take one shot to bring him down
Better treat you right, 'cause if he don't
The Lord's gonna call him home
Oh, the Lord's gonna call him home
And so tonight 'fore you go to sleep
Pray to the Lord my soul to keep
Your mama's got a 12-gauge held up high
And if that boy ever breaks your heart
I'll send him where the moon meets and kisses the stars
He's messin' with my baby
And I ain't gonna tell him twice
If you come home cryin'
Kiss his Chevy and these matches goodbye
You're comin' off gentle
Something like a preacher's daughter
The same can't be said for me
Thanks to your father
'Cause I know his kind like the back of my hand
Just 'cause he's a male don't make him a man
Hush, little baby, don't you cry
Your mama's got a 12-gauge held up high
And if that boy ever breaks your heart
I'll send him where the moon meets and kisses the stars
I count my blessings, count these shells
It'll only take one shot to bring him down
Better treat you right, 'cause if he don't
The Lord's gonna call him home
Keep his eyes open
The very last thing he'll see
Is me standin' with a shovel
Buryin' him six-foot deep
Hush, little baby, don't be scared
We'll lay him next to Daddy in the graveyard there
Yeah!
Hush, little baby, don't you cry
Your mama's got a 12-gauge held up high
And if that boy ever breaks your heart
I'll send him where the moon meets and kisses the stars
Count my blessings, count these shells
It'll only take one shot to bring him down
Better treat you right, 'cause if he don't
The Lord's gonna call him home
Oh, the Lord's gonna call him home
And so tonight 'fore you go to sleep
Pray to the Lord my soul to keep
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Writer(s): Ashley Marie Sorensen
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