Started out fine, we were moving ahead
I was driving in the truck
You were combing the hair on the head of the one in the middle
She was loving it all, bouncing around like a rubber ball
And you thought she was just about the finest kid
I had to agree
But maybe that's cause she looks like me
And you were filling a space – maybe taking the place of a father
But then you started seeing that it might be a scene
You got to complaining, you got pretty mean
First it was the weather and then it was me
And then you started taking it out on the baby
Well, if you think traveling three is a drag
Pack it up, loner
I've got my own bag full of dreams for this little child of wonder
And you can only stay if you start to understand
How an old camp fire gets warmer with you
But even when you're gone
It still cooks the stew and the coffee, how it frees my soul
And I ain't readyu to grow that cold
You say, Go home, lady, and find you a someone
Who's gonna turn out to be a middle class bum anyway
Well, he might make me some money
But that ain't the kind of life we're looking for, honey
So don't go around saying I've been a burden to you
You've been a burden to me and we're through
If you can't seem to find the joy in my living
Can't seem to get into taking and giving
'Cause I've got a little one who loves me as much as you need me
And, darling, that's loving enough
For a hiking boot mother who's seeing the world
For the first time with her own little girl.

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