Hope Nunnery & Steve Tarshis: Music

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© 2006

One baby cooing in the fruit crate
One sleeping in a drawer
An angel kicking in my belly
Jesus please don’t send no more, but

Mister Sweet pea standing yonder
Reverend peeking through the crack
Deacon hunkered by the corn crib
Satan crawling up my back

Chorus
Sweep my yard clean
No more tracks ‘round my yard
I sure could use some comfort, but I
Keep my broom standing guard

In a black dark night of lonesome
A sweet voice called to me
Say “baby, my name is Jesus
Let me rock you on my knee”

I never knew my Daddy
Never knew my Daddy name, but
Now I got a Daddy
Sweet, sweet Jesus is His name

Chorus
Sweep my yard clean
No more tracks ‘round my yard
I sure could use some comfort, but I
Keep my broom standing guard

Guitar break

Cut a heap of broom straw, it all
Bunched and tied with twine
Gonna whoop that old temptation
I ain’t no mans concubine

Chorus
Sweep my yard clean
No more tracks ‘round my yard
I sure could use some comfort, but I
Keeps my broom standing guard