Little Blossom - Hank Thompson

LITTLE BLOSSOM

(Traditional)

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Oh dear I’m so tired and so lonely I wonder why mommy don’t come

She told me to close my pretty blue eyes and when I awoke she’d be home

I guess I’ll go down and find daddy I think he went down to the store

That big long room filled with bottles I wish that he’d go there no more

Sometimes he’s so sick when he come from he staggers and falls on the ground

One night when came in the parlor he kicked my poor dolly around

But I love him and I guess I’ll go find him I know he would gladly come home

Then it won’t be so dark and so lonesome while waiting for money to come

His red eyes gazed wild when she found him her sweet smiling face was still fair

But too late the demon possessed him for he grabbed at the back of a chair

In a moment the whole thing was over the work of the beast was complete

And a poor little innocent blossom lay dying at her daddy’s knees