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That baby was your very own
That child was for you to take home
That baby slept through the night, without a cry

That baby was a treat for your eyes
That baby learned to hypnotize you
That baby was a little man, who could take your hand

And I see them on TV
Fighting for the Land of the Free
Did I shoot you down, I'm sorry
Did I shoot you down?

That baby was from the stars
That child was afraid of cars
That baby played in the sand, catch him if you can

And I see them on TV
Fighting for the Land of the Free
Did I shoot you down, I'm sorry
Did I shoot you down?

Oh Mama, Mama, Ma don't cry
Oh Mama, Mama, Ma

And I see them on TV
Fightin' for the Land of the Free
Did I shoot you down, I'm sorry
Did I shoot you down?

And I hear the whistle blow
There's no turnin' back, I know
If I shoot you down, I'm sorry
If I shoot you down...

That Baby was your very own
That Child just wants to come home