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MARK WILLS
(Harley Allen) He should have been out playin' But he sat on his front step All day he's just been there waiting And nobody's showed up yet His dad said he'd come get him Bright and early Sunday morn But his mom knows he's forgotten Like he has since he was born, but. . . He's still waiting, he's still waiting He might be around the corner Or just right down the street He's still waiting, he's still waiting He tells his mom, " don't worry, this time he'll come get me" He's still waiting Group home in Kentucky She's been there for a while They tell her that she's lucky She's such a pretty child Somebody's gonna take you And raise you as their own She never knew her parents And she's never had a home, but . . . She's still waiting, she's still waiting They might be around the corner Or just right down the street She's still waiting, she's still waiting She tells 'em, "I don't worry, someone will come for me" She's still waiting They're children of the needle The bottle and the poor The sum of broken people Who can't go on no more Sad eyes and dirty faces City streets and dirt roads Their lives are slowly wasting While everybody knows They're still waiting, they're still waiting All the little faces different races Who don't know what love is They're still waiting, they're still waiting All the sones and daughters of missing fathers Who never miss their kids They're still waiting, they're still waiting, they're still waiting
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