texts: Ma... all this, will it hurt the baby? </s> <s> Now don't you go gettin' nimsy-mimsy. </s> <s> Sometimes I'm all jumpy inside. </s> <s> Well, can't nobody get through nine *months* without sorrow. </s> <s> But will it--hurt the baby?
labels: They use' to be a sayin': A chile born outa sorrow'll be a happy chile. An' another: Born outa too much joy'll be a doleful boy. That's the way I always heard it.