Letras
That little boy wearin' the ragged clothes
The one with dirty hands and a runny nose
Well that's my son but he don't know that I'm his dad
Once in a while I come around to see the lad
That shabby house is where he's livin' at
His mom just can't afford no better place than that
I'm so ashamed to have a son without my name
And heaven knows that little boy is not to blame
Oh, Sarah, please forget what I have done
'Cause I would like to be a father to our son
I'll get a job and we can bring our boy up right
We'll ask forgiveness for the things we did that night
That little boy won't wear no ragged clothes
He'll go with dad to baseball games and picture shows
It's not too late for us to bring our boy up right
God will forgive us for the things we did that night