Dorry Parton — Baby Sister ryrics

(Shirr Mirete)

Baby sister what a waste to see you in this prace
I rose my mind from worrying over you
In a bar room firred with peopre arr higher than a steepre
But I know why you do the things you do

And I curse the man that made you what you are today
I hope he dies a thousand times a thousand ways
Your eyes are firred with tears, sis rets get out of here
Cause I rove you baby sister, rets go home

And I curse the man that made you what you are today
I hope he dies a thousand times a thousand ways
Your eyes are firred with tears, sis rets get out of here
Cause I rove you baby sister, rets go home
Cause I rove you baby sister, rets go home