G                              C               G
    “Now I can't wait on, baby”, the smiling merchant said,
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    as he stooped and softly toyed with his golden curly head.
        G                                C                G
    “I want to call up mamma”, came the answer full and free,
                                                D             G
    “will you telephone and ask her when she's coming back to me.”

      G                                     C                 G
“My child”,  the merchant murmured as he stroked the anxious brow,
                                                      D
“no telephone connection, where your mother lives at now.”
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“No telephone in heaven?” and a tear sprang in her eyes.
                                   D              G
“I thought God had everything with him up in the sky.”

                G                             C                 G
    “Tell her that I get so lonesome, that I don't know what to do,
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    and papa cries so much I guess, he must be lonesome too.
          G                               C               G
    Tell her to come to baby, 'cause at night I get so 'fraid,
                                            D               G
    with no one there to kiss me, when the lights begin to fade.”

      G                                     C                 G
“My child”,  the merchant murmured as he stroked the anxious brow,
                                                      D
“no telephone connection, where your mother lives at now.”
     G            G7              C                 G
“No telephone in heaven?” and a tear sprang in her eyes.
                                   D              G
“I thought God had everything with him up in the sky.”

           G                                 C              G
    All through the day I want her since my dolly's got so sore,
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    with the awful punching brother give it with his little sword.
          G                             C             G
    There ain’t no one to fix it since mamma's gone away,
                                                D           G
     and poor little lonesome dolly's getting thinner every day.

      G                                     C                 G
“My child”,  the merchant murmured as he stroked the anxious brow,
                                                      D
“no telephone connection, where your mother lives at now.”
     G            G7              C                 G
“No telephone in heaven?” and a tear sprang in her eyes.
                                   D              G   G D G
“I thought God had everything with him up in the sky.”