Hey Child - Margo Price

Hey, child, you’ve got blood

On your doorstep

Long eyes, cheap talk

Strange voices

How long can you hold

Hold down your resistance?

Hey, child, you don’t know

No, baby, you don’t know your own existence

And in the ruins of the nights that we went

Writin' numbers on our arms

But when you wake up to find there’s nothin' left

Don’t you know your future’s almost gone?

Hey, child, you better get right on you

Hey, child, you got so many better things to do

Hey, child, you’ve got dogs

Dogs that guard your weakness

Pull in all your wounded men

Oh, baby, don’t you know that they’re useless?

Your lamp is burnin' low, and the streets are cold and wet

You’re just a face without a name

But when you wake up and find there’s nothin' left

Oh, honey, baby, ain’t it a shame?

Hey, child, you better get it right on you

Hey, child, you got so many better things to do

Hey, child, no, you ain’t found it yet

Hey, child, you better quit placin' all those bets

Hey, child, no, no, no, no, no

Hey, child, you’re gonna get it right on you

Hey, child (Woah)