Unwed Fathers
Bobby Braddock, John Prine
In an Appalachian, Greyhound station
She sit's there waiting, in a family way
Goodbye brother, Tell Mom I love her
Tell all the others, I'll write someday
From an teenage lover, to an unwed mother
Kept undercover, like some bad dream
While unwed fathers, they can't be bothered
They run like water
Through a mountain stream
In a cold and gray town, a nurse
Say's Lay down
This is no playground, and this isn't home
Someone's children, out having children
In a gray stone building, all alone
On somewhere else bound
Smokey Mountain Greyhound
She bows her head down, humming lullabies
Your daddy never, meant to hurt you ever
He just don't live here
But you have got his eyes
Well, they run like water
Through a mountain stream