(John Prine / Bobby Braddock)From a teenage lover to an unwed mother
Kept under cover like some bad dream
While unwed fathers, they can't be bothered
They run like water through a mountain stream
In an Appalachian Greyhound station
She sits waiting, in the family way
Goodbye brother, tell mum I love her
Tell all the others I'll write some day
In a cold and grey town, a nurse says, Lay down
This ain't no playground, and this ain't home
Someone's children are having children
In a greystone building, all alone
Somewhere else bound, Smoky Mountain Greyhound
She bows her head down, singing lullabies
Your daddy never meant to hurt you, ever
He just don't love you - but you got his eyes
(as sung by Iain MacKintosh)