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Walkin' My Baby Back Home |
Well, now gee
But it's great after staying out late
Walkin' my baby back home
Arm and arm over meadow and farm
Walkin' my baby back home
We go along harmonizing a song
Or I'm reciting a poem
The owls go by and they give me the eye
Walkin' my baby back home
We stop for a while, she gives me a smile
And cuddles her cheek to my chest
We start into pet, and that's when I get
Her power all over my vest
And just when I try to straighten the tie
She wants to borrow my comb
One kiss and then we continue again
Walkin' my baby back home
Well, gee but it's great after staying out late
Walkin' my baby back home
Well, arm and arm over meadow and farm
Walkin' my baby home
Well, we go along singin' a song
I'm recitin' a poem
Well, the owls go by and they give me the eye
Walkin' my baby back home
We stop for a while, she gives me a smile
And cuddles her cheek to my chest
Well, we start into pet, and that's when I get
Her power all over my vest
And just when I try to straighten the tie
She wants to borrow my comb
One kiss and then we do again
Walkin' my baby back home
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Title:My Truly, Truly Fair Artist: Guy Mitchell - Contributor:Webmaster
| [Written by Bob Merrill]
(Oh, hooooo)
(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair)
(How I love my truly fair)
(There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her)
(Flowers for her golden hair)
My truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
Some men plow the open plains, some men sail the brine
But I'm in love with a pretty little maid, for work I have no time
She's My, truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
Once I sailed from Boston Bay bound for Singapore
But one day out and I missed her so
I swam right back to shore
Back to my truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
I love she and she loves me, pardon if I boast
At times we fight all the live-long night
'Bout who loves who the most
My truly, truly fair
Truly, truly fair
How I love my truly fair (his truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair
(Oh, hooooo)
Soon I'm gonna marry her, love her till I die
There ain't no livin' on love alone
But still I'm gonna try
(Truly, truly fair, truly, truly fair)
(How I love my truly fair)
There's songs to sing her, trinkets to bring her
Flowers for her golden hair (for her golden hair)
How I love my truly fair (loves his truly fair)
Wow, how I love my truly fair (how he loves his truly fair)
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