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Song ID
665597
Writers
Andrew Peterson
Publishers
Jakedog Music
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The Ballad of Jody Baxter
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Light for the Lost Boy Special Edition
Lyrics
Do you remember, Jody Baxter, when the whippoorwill sings
How you stole across the pasture to the little hidden spring?
Where you laid down by the water on a bed of Spanish moss
And dreamed
When wind was on the prairie and the fire was in the stove
With the wood you had to carry from the corner of the grove
And your daddy let you disappear with all your fishing gear
Into the cove
Chorus:
And it was good, good, good
But now it's gone, gone, gone
And there's a little boy
Who's lost out in the woods
Always looking for the fawn
I remember, Jody Baxter, when I hid out in the corn
How the clouds were moving faster with the coming of the storm
And I knew that I had broken something I could not repair
And I mourned
Because the field was green as Eden, then it withered into brown
In the middle of my grieving, they came and cut it down
And I was sure that it was all my fault the day they mowed the garden
To the ground
(Repeat Chorus)
So come back to me
Please, come back to me
Is there any way that we can change the ending of this tragedy?
Or does it have to be this way?
I can see you, Jody Baxter, now you're broken by the years
As you lie down in the aster and listen for the deer
And I'm a million miles away, but I still pray the fawn can find me
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