My heart goes out to the outside child
The father steppin' out, her mother's running wild
My heart goes out to
Her father stepping out and her mother was running wild

Outside child, her father could not claim
Bless her heart, grew up with the wrong last name
Her father could not claim
Bless her heart, she grew up with the wrong last name

Her mother, she would never say
Who her father was, 'til his dyin' day
She never knew his name
She finally learned her fathers name on his dying day

She rushed to her father's death bed
His widowed wife and children bowed their heads
Her father's death bed
His widowed wife and children bowed their heads

Outside child, she's in her Sunday best
As they lay her father down to rest
She's in her Sunday best
As they lay her father down to rest

She probably sat down with her family
It's plain to see my sister looks like me
At the cemetery
It's plain to see my sister looks just like me

It hurts me to see him in the street
Safe and happy with his family
It hurts my heart to see

Can't they see the hmm?
Can't they see the hmm?
Can't they see the

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Writer(s): Cody Dickinson, Jesse Williams, Lamar Williams Jr., Luther Dickinson