I was walkin' on down to Georgia.
Gonna have me a time.
I met this Sunday church girl,
and I knew she was mine.
We went to the park.
She made my day sunny.
We were so in love.
Like bees are to honey.
After a couple years,
I showed her the ring.
When she said yes, it made me
shout and dance and sing.
A few months later I,
received some unexpected news.
She told me,
that her and me,
were havin' a baby.
Nine months later, I was at the hospital,
when I received an urgent call.
To come into the room and comfort my wife.
Right then, I started to bawl.
We both cried over our newborn baby,
our itty bitty baby girl.
We had the perfect name picked out
to.
We were gonna name her Pearl.
I was sad for a few months of course.
But I sure tried to bounce back
at the thought of having a baby boy.
Was gonna name him after my dad Jack.
My wife though, she didn't recover so fast.
In fact, she got quite ill.
The miscarriage took her health from her.
It also took her will.
I tried and tried to comfort her,
convince her it wasn't her doing.
But she didn't hear me and after she got out,
she started using.
She used cocaine to get herself away from reality.
She drank whiskey to numb the pain.
