Ain't nothin' so precious as a first born childnWhat to call their little angelnThey wondered for awhilenYour dear mama VioletnAnd your proud daddy DalenI know when they named yanThey surely meant well (but)nnVidalia, VidalianGirl won't you tell me whynSweet VidalianYou always gotta make me crynnNever paid no attention to a girl beforenTill the day I saw you standin'nIn the Sunday school doornOne boy sorta snickered when the roll was readnTill you laid the word of GodnUp side his headnnVidalia, VidalianGirl won't you tell me whynSweet VidalianYou always gotta make me crynnWhen I try to get too closenSeems like we've always been almostnJust one step or two away from true lovennI love the way you walk, I love the way you kissnI love to get away with you, alone like thisnIf I could just mention just one little thingnVidalia, would ya stop livin' up to your namennVidalia, VidalianGirl won't you tell me whynSweet VidalianYou always gotta make me cryn