Barbara’s Daughter

Sat in the barroom and my eyes caught a stranger Who seemed to be looking at me He looked familiar, but I couldn't place him And I wondered, who could he be? Tried to ignore him, when he walked on over He sat down and said, do you mind? Can you spare me a moment? I have to know something I won't take up much of your time Are you Barbara's daughter? Are you Barbara's child? Well, you sure look like Barbara You've got Barbara's smile You've got eyes the same color And her lips red and wild Are you Barbara's daughter? Are you Barbara's child? He pulled out a picture, well worn at the edges And passed it on over to me There was my mama My daddy beside her And I was the child, about three Then I remembered, how my mama told me That daddy had gone far away Something about money, 'bout trouble and prison And once more, I heard the man say Are you Barbara's daughter? Are you Barbara's child? Hell, you sure look like Barbara You've got Barbara's smile You've got eyes the same color And her lips red and wild Are you Barbara's daughter? Are you Barbara's child? I looked at the stranger He looked a lot older, than the picture he held in his hand I couldn't breathe, it was hard to believe But I knew that he was the same man My heart was pounding I had to say something I saw no reason to lie There in the barroom, I put my arms round him These are the words I replied Yes, I'm Barbara's daughter Yes, I'm Barbara's child And I take after Barbara I've got Barbara's smile I've got eyes the same color And my lips red and wild Yes, I'm Barbara's daughter Yes, I'm Barbara's child Yes, I'm Barbara's daughter Yes, I'm Barbara's child And I take after Barbara I've got Barbara's smile