Bad Dream Baby - John Wesley Harding

She had a criminal conversation with the devil

On the back seat of a burned out Toyota Camry

She said she’d finally found a way to start a family

But not one soul could conceive that she was on the level

And the strange thing was she didn’t seem to care

He got what he came for and left her to kiss the air

But the baby burned like bitumen inside her

That inhuman son of a bitch never even called her

The doctor said, 'It'll be some kind of daughter'

She dreamed she gave birth to a thousand spiders

Who crawled up to her ear and called her mother

And whispered words of wonder from her other love

There There, There There

It’ll be all right, It’s just a dream

A bad dream baby

The days flew by like petals on a flower

Until the hour she screamed out with a vengeance

The busy father could not be in attendance

Although he sent his people to the baby shower

And her tiny eyes were brighter than the sun

And shone upon her mother more than anyone

There There, There There

It’ll be all right, It’s just a dream

A bad dream baby

Now when mother dreams her dark and handsome stranger

Good daughter brings her messages and money

Changes dirt and dust to bread and honey

The dowager’s reward for peopling the manger

And that little girl is growing in this world

You can tell she’ll always be her daddy’s girl

You can tell she’ll always be her daddy’s little girl

It’ll be all right, It’s just a dream

A bad dream baby