Woman Child

Dripping streetlights and darkened buildings

Wandering, head hung down low

As she's walking she can't help wondering

Does her mama know, where will she go?

Woman child, your eyes are wild

The rain runs down your hair

Woman child, mercy mild

What will you tell your teddy bear?

I turned you on to my solid body

My electric Gibson guitar

My clever fingers, they searched and found out

Exactly where you are, you went too far

Woman child, your eyes are wild

The rain runs down your hair

Woman child, mercy mild

What will you tell your teddy bear?

I was an, an early morning phone call

What news have I received

A halting voice is telling me

What we have both conceived

Asking how the dilemma, how can it be relieved?

I will give you money, honey, I set up a time

You got to go there on your own babe

'Cause I don't know that it's mine

Oh, woman child

Mama's little angel's been defiled

Took a taxi to the clinic

Where they do the modern thing

The white coat doctor laid her out

Said, "You won't feel a thing"

You got the sweet salvation

That a little old knife can bring

You don't have to worry 'bout no offspring

Woman child, your eyes are wild

The rain runs down your hair

Woman child, mercy mild

What will you tell your teddy bear?

That's that, go home and take a nap

It's just a two hundred dollar mishap

It don't mean a thing, it's all over now

You can tell your singer to sing