Woman Child
Words and Music by Harry Chapin

Dripping street lights and darkened buildings
Wandering, head hung down low
As she walking, she can't help wondering
Does her Momma know, where will she go?

Woman child your eyes are wild
The rain runs down your hair
Woman child mercy mild
What will you tell your teddy bear
Ba da, ba ba ba da

I turned you on to my solid body
My electric Gibson guitar
My clever fingers searched and found out
Exactly where you are, you went too far

Woman child your eyes are wild
The rain runs down your hair
Woman child mercy mild
What will you tell your teddy bear
Ba da, ba ba ba da

It was an early morning phone call
What news have I received
A halting voice is tellin' me
What we both could see

Asking how the dilemma, how can it be relieved
I will give you the money honey, I'll set up a time
You gotta to go there on your own babe
'Cause I don't know that it's mine
Oh woman child, Momma's little angel's been defiled

Took a taxi to the clinic, where they do the modern thing
The white coat doctor laid her out, said you won't feel a thing
You got the sweet salvation that a little old knife can bring
You don't hafta worry 'bout no offspring

Woman child your eyes are wild
The rain runs down your hair
Woman child mercy mild
What will you tell your teddy bear
Ba da, ba ba ba da

That's that, go home and take a nap
It's just a two hundred dollar mishap
It don't mean a thing
It's all over now you can tell your singer to sing