Little Blossom

Little Blossom - Hank Thompson

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 it 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

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