What a Way to Go

Well mama's in the kitchen

Daddy's in the field

Baby's in the bathtub

Cryin' as she bleeds

So alone

Oh, what a way to go

Water turning crimson

She slides her head below

Drifts into the darkness

As the water overflows

Oh so alone

Oh, what a way to go

Daddy's shakin' and he's tremblin'

Uncontrollably

Mama starts to praying

Falls down on her knees

Oh baby no

Oh, what a way to go

I'm out in the garden

Sitting on an old fence post

Dreaming of a future

Where little girls don't lose all hope

All you little children

Hang down your heads and hide

Your sharpened little tongues

Stab just like a knife

And cut to the bone

Oh, what a way to go

Baby's in her church dress

The family gathers round

And on her 13th birthday we

Lower her in the ground

Oh all alone

Oh, what a way to go