Bad Dream Baby Lyrics - John Wesley Harding

She had a criminal conversation with the devil 

On the back seat of a burned out Toyota Camry 

She said she'd finally found a way to start a family 

But not one soul could conceive that she was on the level 

And the strange thing was she didn't seem to care 

He got what he came for and left her to kiss the air 

But the baby burned like bitumen inside her 

That inhuman son of a bitch never even called her 

The doctor said, 'It'll be some kind of daughter' 

She dreamed she gave birth to a thousand spiders 

Who crawled up to her ear and called her mother 

And whispered words of wonder from her other love 

There There, There There 

It'll be all right, It's just a dream 

A bad dream baby 

The days flew by like petals on a flower 

Until the hour she screamed out with a vengeance 

The busy father could not be in attendance 

Although he sent his people to the baby shower 

And her tiny eyes were brighter than the sun 

And shone upon her mother more than anyone 

There There, There There 

It'll be all right, It's just a dream 

A bad dream baby 

Now when mother dreams her dark and handsome stranger 

Good daughter brings her messages and money 

Changes dirt and dust to bread and honey 

The dowager's reward for peopling the manger 

And that little girl is growing in this world 

You can tell she'll always be her daddy's girl 

You can tell she'll always be her daddy's little girl 

It'll be all right, It's just a dream 

A bad dream baby