Wanda Jackson — I Dont Know How to Tell Him

I can tell him his toy gun won't kill Indians And the towel around his neck don't make him strong I can tell him there's no Easter Bunny But I don't know how to tell him that you're gone He still looks for you every morning He's cried every night we've been alone I can tell him there's no real Santa But I don't know how to tell him that you're gone I can tell him his broomstick's not a pony And wearin' Daddy's boots don't make him grown I can tell him there's no tooth fairy But I don't know how to tell him that you're gone 'Cause he still looks for you every morning He's cried every night we've been alone I can tell him there's no real Santa But I don't know how to tell him that you're gone I don't know how to tell him that you're gone