Waiting For My Child

I was talkin' to a lady a few days ago
And these are the words she said
"If you see my child somewhere
As you journey here and there
I'm waitin' for my child to come home"

My child may be somewhere in some lonely jail
With no one there to go his bail
Well, my child may be somewhere on his sick bed
With no one to rub his achin' head

I am waitin' and waitin' for my child to come
I'm waitin' and waitin' for my child to come
If you can't come home, won't you please send me a letter?
A letter would mean so much to me

If I only knew what town my child was in
I'd be there on the early mornin' train
Broke don't matter, but the mind
Lord, you know this child is mine

I'm waitin' for my child to come home