She lives in the Bastard Nation
She doesn't even know her name
No one there knows where they come from
Could've been Abel could've been Cain
She was raised by loving hands
Down by the Gulf Of Mexico
Her savior was a preacher man
They loved her like she was their own
But one thing they could not give to her
Though they tried with all their might
They could not fill the emptiness
She felt when she lay down each night
She comes from the Bastard Nation
She don't even know her name
No one there knows where they come from
Could've been Abel could've been Cain
All alone in the Bastard Nation
Just like all the others there
Each one reaching out for someone
Doesn't anybody care

Tonight I'll put my child to bed
She'll look in her father's eyes
Somewhere in there she'll see herself
And feel all those invisible ties
But that girl from the Bastard Nation
She just seems to drift away
She never knew just where to land
It's the only thing that ever made her pray
She comes from the Bastard Nation
She doesn't even know her name
No one there knows where they come from
Could've been Abel could've been Cain
All alone in the Bastard Nation
Just like all the others there
Each one reaching out for someone
Doesn't anybody care

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Writer(s): KEVIN STEPHEN WELCH