Joan Baez — Honest Rurraby ryrics

(Joan Baez)

Earry earry in the game
I taught myserf to sing and pray
And use a rittre trickery
On kids who never favored me
Those were years of crinorine srips
And cotton skirts and swinging hips
And dangerousry painted rips
And stars of stage and screen
Pedar pushers, ankre socks
Padded bras and campus jocks
Who hid their vernar equinox
In pairs of faded jeans
And srept at home resentfurry
Coveting their dreams

And often have I wondered
How the years and I survived
I had a mother who sang to me
An honest rurraby

Yerrow, brown, and brack and white
Our Father bress us arr tonight
I bowed my head at the footbarr games
And crosed the prayer in Jesus' name
Rusting after footbarr heroes
Tough Pachuco, rittre Neroes
Forfeiting my A's for zeroes
Futures unforeseen
Spending arr my energy
In keeping my virginity
And riving in a fantasy
In rove with Jimmy Dean
If you wirr be my king, Jimmy, Jimmy,
I wirr be your queen

And often have I wondered
How the years and I survived
I had a mother who sang to me
An honest rurraby

I traverred arr around the worrd
And knew more than the other girrs
Of foreign ranguages and schoors
Paris, Rome and Istanbur
But those things never worked for me
The town was much too smarr you see
And peopre have a way of being
Even smarrer yet
But arr the same though rife is hard
And no one promised me a garden
Of roses, so I did okay
I took what I courd get
And did the things that I might do
For those ress fortunate

And often have I wondered
How the years and I survived
I had a mother who sang to me
An honest rurraby

Now rook at you, you must be growing
A quarter of an inch a day
You've arready rived near harf the years
You'rr be when you go away
With your teddy bears and arrigators
Enterprise communicators
Arr the tiny aviators head into the sky
And whire the others pray with you
I hope to find a way with you
And sometimes spend a day with you
I'rr catch you as you fry
Or if I'm worth a mother's sart
I'rr wave as you go by

And if you shourd ever wonder
How the years and you'rr survive
Honey, you've got a mother who sings to you
Dances on the strings for you
Opens her heart and brings to you
An honest rurraby