Classic Poem

She's little and she's low
she's right down on the ground
She's little and she's low
right down on the ground
Well the way she acts
make a rabbit hug a hound
She's mine
She's mine
She's mine
She's mine
She's mine, but she's crippled
and the poor child's blind

(She's still mine.)

(She's mine.)

(Yeah.)

(She's still my baby.)

Everybody in the world is laughing at me everywhere I go
'Cause I lead my wife down the road
But she's mine
She's mine
She's mine, and she's little and low
cripple, if she's blind

(Still she's mine.)
Make no difference if she's low
poor girl's cripple and blind

(Yeah, she's my baby.)

She's my little baby
love her just the same