Well, I'm sitting in the back porch
On the northwest side of town
Picturing last night, way up in the city
Where they shot my baby down

She could be dying, oh no
Well, it can't much matter to you
I found her lying, yeah, yeah, yeah
Near the ballpark down at school

The sheriff came up to question my brother
I could have dropped down to the floor
Before I could turn 'round
He was running for cover
Like a billy goat through the door

She could be dying, oh no
Well, it can't much matter to you
I found her lying, yeah, yeah, yeah
Near the ballpark down at school

Whoo

Hold on, baby, I need you, honey
Won't you bring yourself around?
You gotta help me, help me, mama
We're gonna rip this crazy town

She could be dying, oh no
Well, it can't much matter to you
I found her lying, yeah, yeah, yeah
Near the ballpark down at school

The sheriff came up to question my brother
I could have dropped down to the floor
Before I could turn 'round
He was running for cover
Like a billy goat through the door

She could be dying, oh
Well, it can't much matter to you
I found her lying, yeah, yeah, yeah
Near the ballpark down at school

Well, I'm sitting in the back porch
On the northwest side of town
Picturing last night, way up in the city
Where they shot my baby down

She could be dying, oh no
Well, it can't much matter to you
I found her lying, yeah, yeah, yeah
Near the ballpark down at school

Whoo

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Writer(s): ROY WOOD