Heaven Help the Child
Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo-oo
Nineteen-twelve in New York
I take a walk up to Park Avenue to sip some brew with my good friend
Maggie the Bohemian
That was quite a woman of the world
And i am the the envy of all the men
Heaven help the child
Heaven help the child
Paris in the twenties, I can offer plenty
To a young man with a vision, so they say
With a friend named, Fitzgerald
I was headed for the old world
On a merchant steamer bound for Biscay Bay
Heaven help the child
Heaven help the child
Take him back to where he is never been
We're all building walls
They should be bridges
We're all building walls
They should be bridges
Nothin' like a freight train, get you to a city
Pick another sad song for me, Jim
Hate to leave the ol' man all alone to work the cotton
But the country never seemed to bother him
Heaven help the child
Heaven help the child
Heaven help the children find their way
War is hell to live with
I said to the General
As we made the battle plan out for the day
This will be the last one, only God be willin'
We will go back home this time to stay
So if old acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Let's sip a cup of kindness
For my friends to days gone by
Nineteen-twelve in New York
I take a walk up to Park Avenue to sip some brew with my good friend
Maggie the Bohemian
That was quite a woman of the world
And i am the the envy of all the men
Heaven help the child
Heaven help the child
Paris in the twenties, I can offer plenty
To a young man with a vision, so they say
With a friend named, Fitzgerald
I was headed for the old world
On a merchant steamer bound for Biscay Bay
Heaven help the child
Heaven help the child
Take him back to where he is never been
We're all building walls
They should be bridges
We're all building walls
They should be bridges
Nothin' like a freight train, get you to a city
Pick another sad song for me, Jim
Hate to leave the ol' man all alone to work the cotton
But the country never seemed to bother him
Heaven help the child
Heaven help the child
Heaven help the children find their way
War is hell to live with
I said to the General
As we made the battle plan out for the day
This will be the last one, only God be willin'
We will go back home this time to stay
So if old acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Let's sip a cup of kindness
For my friends to days gone by
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Writer(s): Mickey Newbury
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