The Ballad of Jody Baxter - Andrew Peterson

Do you remember, jody baxter

When the whippoorwill sings

How you stole across the pasture

To the little hidden spring?

Where you laid down by the water

On a bed of spanish moss

And dreamed

When wind was on the prairie

And the fire was in the stove

With the wood you had to carry

From the corner of the grove

And your daddy let you disappear

With all your fishing gear

Into the cove

And it was good, good, good

But now it’s gone, gone, gone

And there’s a little boy

Who’s lost out in the woods

Always looking for the fawn

I remember, jody baxter

When I hid out in the corn

How the clouds were moving faster

With the coming of the storm

And I knew that I had broken

Something I could not repair

And I mourned

Because the field was green as eden

Then it withered into brown

In the middle of my grieving

They came and cut it down

And I was sure that it was all my fault

The day they mowed the garden

To the ground

What was good, good, good

Is gone, gone, gone

And there’s a little boy

Who’s lost out in the woods

Always looking for the fawn

So come back to me

Please, come back to me

Is there any way that we can

Change the ending of this tragedy?

Or does it have to be this way?

I can see you, jody baxter

Now you’re broken by the years

As you lie down in the aster

And listen for the deer

And I’m a million miles away

But I still pray the fawn can find me

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