Текст Edie Brickell & New Bohemians – Sarah Jane And The Iron Mountain Baby
Текст:
Thrown off the bridge
To the river by the ridge
Was the iron mountain baby
A man walking by
And he found him in a suitcase
Fifty feet down from the train to the ground
It’s a miracle that he survived
What are the chances that a man would be standin’ there
And take him home to his wife
Sarah Jane, Sarah Jane
Be a mama to the boy from the train
Sarah Jane, Sarah Jane
Be a mama to the boy from the train
Five-days-old with a hand that could hold
In a grip around your finger
Old Sarah Jane, no, she never did complain
‘Cause she loved the little stranger
She brought him back to health
And she kept him for herself
When some women tried to claim him
«If you’d been a good mama then you never would’ve wanna
Gone and thrown him off of the train then»
Sarah Jane, Sarah Jane
Be a mama to the boy from the train
Sarah Jane, Sarah Jane
Be a mama to the boy from the train
Woo-ooh ooh, baby
Woo-ooh ooh, you’re my baby now
Woo-ooh ooh, baby
A picture in the paper
Showed the baby like an angel
With the savior and the suitcase
What kind of devil
Could have thrown the little fellow
Off the train in the first place
His mama musta died givin’ birth to the child
And the daddy went crazy
Got on the train with a heart full of pain
And took it out on the baby
Sarah Jane, Sarah Jane
Be a mama to the boy from the train
Sarah Jane, Sarah Jane
Be a mama to the boy from the train
Woo-ooh ooh, baby
Woo-ooh ooh, you’re my baby now
Woo-ooh ooh, baby
Woo-ooh ooh, you’re my baby now
A Civil War vet went to see if he could get
A bit of timber for a new barn
The Number 4 sped from the train overhead
Came the itty bitty newborn
Woo-ooh ooh, baby
Woo-ooh ooh, you’re my baby now
Woo-ooh ooh, baby
Woo-ooh ooh, you’re my baby now