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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lambchop
Lambchop
Performer
Hands Off Cuba
Hands Off Cuba
Loops
Kurt Wagner
Kurt Wagner
Vocals
Matt Swanson
Matt Swanson
Bass Guitar
Ryan Norris
Ryan Norris
Guitar
Scott Martin
Scott Martin
Drums
Tony Crow
Tony Crow
Piano
William Tyler
William Tyler
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Prine
John Prine
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Nevers
Mark Nevers
Producer

Lyrics

Wanda had a baby, 1951 The father was a stranger and a stranger was the son Call that child James Lewis, call these rooms a home Changing all them diapers, polish all the chrome C'mon, baby, spend the night with me All around the school yard, playing all the games Running, laughing back and forth, the kid with two first names Stranger in the closet, lock the diary The past stays running faster, singing harmony C'mon, baby, spend the night with me "God bless this kitchen," said the knick-knack shelf The dinner's almost ready, better go and wash yourself Jimmy's growing up now and Wanda's growing old The time is growin' faster, the nights are long and cold C'mon, baby, spend the night with me Sneaking in the closet through the diary Now, don't you know that all he saw was all there was to see? The whole damn town saw Jimmy on the six o'clock news His brains were on the sidewalk, and blood was on his shoes C'mon, baby, spend the night with me C'mon, baby, spend the night with me
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