paroles de chanson Walking My Baby Back Home - Annette Hanshaw

Gee it's great after being out late,
Walking my baby back home,
Arm in arm over meadow and farm,
Walking my baby back home.

We go along 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 start in to pet and that's when I get
Her powder all over my vest.

After I kind of straighten my tie,
She has to borrow my comb,
One kiss then we continue again,
Walking my baby back home.

She's afraid of the dark
So I have to park outside of her door 'til it's light;
She says if I try to kiss her she'll cry ...
I dry her tears all through the night.

Hand in hand to a barbecue stand,
Right from her doorway we roam;
Eats and then it's a pleasure again
Walking my baby, talking my baby,
Loving my baby, I don't mean maybe,
Walking my baby back home.