Besedila:
Uncle Tupelo I Wish My Baby Was Born

I wish, I wish my baby was bornsitting on his papa's knee and you, poor girl, were dead and gonegreen grass growing over thee I'm not no saint, nor I

I wish, I wish my baby was bornsitting on his papa's knee and you, poor girl, were dead and gonegreen grass growing over thee I'm not no saint, nor I