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Walking My Baby Back Home

Writer(s): Ahlert / Turk

Gee, it’s great after being out late, waling my baby back home.
Arm in arm over meadow and farm, walking my baby back home.
We go ‘long harmonizing a song, or I’m reciting a poem,
Owls go by and they give me the eye, walking my baby back home.
We stop for a while, she gives me a smile, and snuggles her head to my chest,
We’re staring to pet and that’s when I get her talcum over my vest.
And I kinda straighten my tie, she wants to borrow my comb
And then I continue again walking my baby back home. (repeat above)
She’s afraid of the dark, so I have to park outside her door till it’s light.
She says if I try to kiss her she’ll cry, I dry all her tears through the night.
Hand in hand to a barbeque stand, right from her door we roam,
Eats! And then it’s pleasure again, walking my baby back home.

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