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