I DIDN'T DO IT
© Words & Music By Martha Miranda

We used to play a game when we were children
I'm gonna' tell on you
We'd get our own way and win by many briberies
By, I'm gonna' tell on you
I won't tell on you
If you don't tell on me
We'd swear to our dying day
But when I saw the switch in Mama's hand
And the fire in her eyes
I would always spill the beans

I didn't do it, Mom
Why? Did you see me?
I didn't do it, I swear
I didn't do it, Mom
And that's the truth
He did it Mom! He did it!
But not me, not me, not me, Mom

People aren't afraid anymore of lying
On the Bible they swear the truth
To tell the truth, the whole truth
And nothing but the truth
And then they stand up and tell their lies
I won't tell on you
If you don't tell on me
We'll swear to our dying day
But when they see the bars of the prison
And the sword of the judge
They all shake and bake in the fire
And spill the beans

Now people lie to people
People lie to judges
Men lie to women
And women lie to men
People lie to enemies
And people lie to their friends
Children lie to parents
And parents lie to them
But there is an end coming
There is an end, my friend
GOD's got a big stick
A heavy gavel in His hand
GOD's got a rod of iron
The WORD OF GOD, heavy in His hand

I didn't do it, Judge
Why? Did you see me?
I didn't do it, I swear
I didn't do it, Judge
And that's the truth
He did it Judge! He did it!
I didn't do it, didn't do it

I didn't do it, GOD
Why? Did you see me?
I didn't do it, I swear
I didn't do it, GOD
And that's the truth
He did it, GOD, He did it
But not me

That's not the truth
I did it! I did it! I did it!
GOD, have mercy on me
I did it! I did it! I did it!
GOD, have mercy on me

From Cassette Tape THE CRY OF A CHILD (SM 253)

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