(Writer: T. Schuyler)

Dear Joe, I hope you get this

You've been very hard to find

I'm sure you know your payments

Are running months behind

So I'm writing just to tell you

Not to worry anymore

I sure could use the money

But I've got my child support

He wakes me up each morning

With a happy face

And brings a little heaven

To this lonely place

His hands are tiny

And his legs are short

But I lean upon him

For my child support

Joe, I started working

At a new department store

My sister watches Billy

Everyday from 8 'til 4

And I keep on cuttin' corners

So he has everything he needs

I hope I help him half as much

As he's been helpin' me

You ought to see him smiling

When I come home from work

You could never pay me

What that look is worth

He doesn't have a lawyer

He's never been to court

But he's right on time

With his child support

He goes to bed each evening

With his teddy bear

Pulls up the covers

And says a little prayer

And I've been prayin' too Joe

Yes I thank the Lord

For that little angel

And his child support

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