In her own little world she stays,
wondering when the day will come
when they will be a family again.
It’s a Sunday and her cousins are playing and
she’s out back doing the washing.
She wants to play to, but she knows she’s too poor
That Little Girl
Her Daddy’s in Jail
Her Mommy’s working
Someone’s gotta stay home and do the cooking
That Little Girl
Six years old
She’s all alone
Her uncle says “your mom will come home”
She wants to cry
But she’s gotta stay strong for her sister
‘Cause she’s too little to understand
That little Girl.
Jesus, I ask you
to watch over that little girl
She needs a loving hand,
She needs her father’s love
And she doesn’t know it,
but he’s watchin’ o’er her everyday
‘Cause you watch over all your children
So Jesus, I pray, show that Little Girl you love some way.
And that Little Girl’s out back washing clothes
While her cousins play
‘Cause Daddy’s in jail
And Mommy’s working
And someone’s gotta stay home and do the cooking
That Little Girl.
Her smile lights up the day,
and her eyes look so alone
She’s a girl grown early old
And her heavenly father looks down in love at
His Little Girl.
