Bobby Bliegh was just a little boy
Who couldn't play the cards he was dealt.
They had him sitting in the back of the classroom
Building models, by himself.
And we thought he was the dumbest kid
In all of Illinois.
We never saw him as some poor, hard working
Single mama's little boy.

We left him standing all alone
When we went outside to play.
We never realized how much he'd change our lives
By going away.

Now I have a little boy,
He's got problems of his own.
He's teased and confused by the kids at school,
They won't leave him alone.
And it takes me back in years when he comes home in tears.
We have to let him know
That no matter what the other kids say,
His mom and I love him so.

They leave him standing all alone
When they go outside to play.
And memories are haunting me 'cause I know kids can be
So mean that way.

I came back to class a little late from lunch,
That afternoon.
And I noticed an unusual quite
Hung across the room.
Then our teacher that Bob was dead,
Hit by a train.
And sad as it was, well at least he was sure
Bobby felt no pain.

We left him standing all alone
When we went outside to play.
Hope he realized that in his mama's eyes
He was such a prize. She loved him always.

We left him standing all alone
When we went outside to play.
And the memory of how mean kids can be
Is the price I have to pay.

Bobby Bliegh was just a little boy.

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