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No Telephone In Heaven

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                     G                                                                              C                                      G  
          “Now I can't wait on, baby”, the smiling merchant said,
                                                                                                                                                          D  
          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.”
             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  
          “Tell her that I get so lonesome, that I don't know what to do,
                                                                                                                                                        D  
          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,
                                                                                                                                                                     D  
          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        D  G  
“I thought God had everything with him up in the sky.”