| Song | Fruits of My Labor |
| Artist | Ruthie Foster |
| Album | Ruthie Foster Live at Antone's |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Baby, see how I been livin'. | |
| There'll be curtains on the windows too. | |
| Keep the bright and unforgiving | |
| Light from shining through. | |
| Baby, remember all of the things | |
| That we did when we slept together | |
| In the blue behind your eyelids. | |
| Baby, sweet baby. | |
| Traced the scent through gloom | |
| 'Til I found these purple flowers. | |
| I was spent, I was soon | |
| Smelling you for hours. | |
| Lavender, lotus blossoms too, | |
| Why do the dirt | |
| And the flowers last for you, | |
| Baby, sweet baby? | |
| Tangerines and persimmons | |
| And sugar cane, | |
| Grapes of honey dew melons | |
| Enough fit for a queen. | |
| Lemon trees, they don't make a sound | |
| 'Til the branches bend and the fruit | |
| Falls to the ground, | |
| Baby, sweet baby. | |
| Instrumental verse. | |
| Come to my world and witness | |
| The way things have changed. | |
| 'Cause I finally did it – | |
| Baby, I got out of the grange. | |
| I got in my Mercury | |
| And I drove out West – | |
| Pedal to the metal, | |
| Put my luck to the test | |
| Baby, sweet baby. | |
| I've been trying to enjoy | |
| The fruits of my labor. | |
| I've been crying for you boy, | |
| But the truth is my savior. | |
| Baby, sweet baby, | |
| If it's all the same, | |
| Take the glory | |
| And a deal of the fame. | |
| Baby, sweet baby. |
| Baby, see how I been livin'. | |
| There' ll be curtains on the windows too. | |
| Keep the bright and unforgiving | |
| Light from shining through. | |
| Baby, remember all of the things | |
| That we did when we slept together | |
| In the blue behind your eyelids. | |
| Baby, sweet baby. | |
| Traced the scent through gloom | |
| ' Til I found these purple flowers. | |
| I was spent, I was soon | |
| Smelling you for hours. | |
| Lavender, lotus blossoms too, | |
| Why do the dirt | |
| And the flowers last for you, | |
| Baby, sweet baby? | |
| Tangerines and persimmons | |
| And sugar cane, | |
| Grapes of honey dew melons | |
| Enough fit for a queen. | |
| Lemon trees, they don' t make a sound | |
| ' Til the branches bend and the fruit | |
| Falls to the ground, | |
| Baby, sweet baby. | |
| Instrumental verse. | |
| Come to my world and witness | |
| The way things have changed. | |
| ' Cause I finally did it | |
| Baby, I got out of the grange. | |
| I got in my Mercury | |
| And I drove out West | |
| Pedal to the metal, | |
| Put my luck to the test | |
| Baby, sweet baby. | |
| I' ve been trying to enjoy | |
| The fruits of my labor. | |
| I' ve been crying for you boy, | |
| But the truth is my savior. | |
| Baby, sweet baby, | |
| If it' s all the same, | |
| Take the glory | |
| And a deal of the fame. | |
| Baby, sweet baby. |
| Baby, see how I been livin'. | |
| There' ll be curtains on the windows too. | |
| Keep the bright and unforgiving | |
| Light from shining through. | |
| Baby, remember all of the things | |
| That we did when we slept together | |
| In the blue behind your eyelids. | |
| Baby, sweet baby. | |
| Traced the scent through gloom | |
| ' Til I found these purple flowers. | |
| I was spent, I was soon | |
| Smelling you for hours. | |
| Lavender, lotus blossoms too, | |
| Why do the dirt | |
| And the flowers last for you, | |
| Baby, sweet baby? | |
| Tangerines and persimmons | |
| And sugar cane, | |
| Grapes of honey dew melons | |
| Enough fit for a queen. | |
| Lemon trees, they don' t make a sound | |
| ' Til the branches bend and the fruit | |
| Falls to the ground, | |
| Baby, sweet baby. | |
| Instrumental verse. | |
| Come to my world and witness | |
| The way things have changed. | |
| ' Cause I finally did it | |
| Baby, I got out of the grange. | |
| I got in my Mercury | |
| And I drove out West | |
| Pedal to the metal, | |
| Put my luck to the test | |
| Baby, sweet baby. | |
| I' ve been trying to enjoy | |
| The fruits of my labor. | |
| I' ve been crying for you boy, | |
| But the truth is my savior. | |
| Baby, sweet baby, | |
| If it' s all the same, | |
| Take the glory | |
| And a deal of the fame. | |
| Baby, sweet baby. |