And The Baby Never Cries Composer(s): Harry Chapin Performer(s): Harry Chapin
Well, I've sung out one more evening and I'm wrung out, feeling beat I walk on out the door once more to an empty city street A Good guitar will serve you well when you're living in the lights but it's never going to warm you in the middle of the night And so I come and go with her in whispers Each and every time she says she dies When she is reborn again I kiss her And the baby never cries She works in the daytime she leave her baby with a friend I sing every evening I only see her now and then I come to her at midnight when 'bout half the world's asleep and she puts me back together in the hours before I leave Her apartment is down on Perry Street there's a tree in her backyard Her old man had left her he just took off for the coast and I caught her on the rebound when I needed her the most
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