What would you do if your son was at home Crying all alone On the bedroom floor 'Cause he's hungry and the only way to feed him is to Sleep with a man for a little bit of money? And his daddy's gone in and out of lock down I ain't got a job now He's just

I live on a lonely avenue My little girl wouldn't say I do Well, I feel so sad and blue I could cry, I could cry, I could cry (oh) Lonely avenue Now my room has got two windows But the sunshine never comes through You know it's always dark and dreary

Look so good Just a little more, little more You think you look so good A little more better That's what's gonna get you But you know that I know Oh you don't care But you know I'm there Baby's crying 'cause it's born to sing

Tell me I will be released Not sure I can deal with this Up all night again this week You cry a little, so do I, so do I Breaking things that I should keep I know that you're hiding I know there's a part of you that I just cannot reach You don't have to

If I don't go crazy I don't want you to cry no more I didn't have but one say stay You see a little girl they call Louise McGhee Please do me a favor and shake her little hand for me I said if you see a little girl her name, Louise McGhee

Hell is for children Hell is for hell Because hell And you know that their little lives can become such a mess And you shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh They cry in the dark, so you can't see their tears They hide in the

Baby when you got a secret love Every little touch is not enough Every little moment we're apart is pain to me Maybe we can find some hideaway Everybody knows but who can say When do I cry This breakin' heart Just hurts me more When we're apart

Cry for absolution Put your hands up and reach for the sky You'll be down on your knees and you'll cry All those things that you desire You will find there in the fire Ever since you were born you've been dying Every day a little more you've been dying

You know on every pay day She'd be standing around the landing crying You know love make you do things you don't want to do Your little trouble is coming home some day You know I had a job on the levee I had a good looking woman who lived in Hughes I had

Don't cry, little Robin-Marie Goodbye, little Robin-Marie Don't try following me 'Cause you know I'm coming home soon My ships' leaving on a three-year tour The next tide will take us from shore Windlaced, gather in sail and spray On a search for the