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Gee it's great after being out late, |
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Walking my baby back home. |
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Arm in arm over meadow and farm, |
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Walking my baby back home. |
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We go along harmonizing a song, |
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Or I'm reciting a poem. |
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Owls go by and they give me the eye, |
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Walking my baby back home. |
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We stop for a while, she gives me a smile, |
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And snuggles her head to my chest. |
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We start in to pet, and that's when |
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I get Her powder all over my vest. |
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After I kind of straighten my tie, |
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She has to borrow my comb. |
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One kiss then we continue again, |
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Walking my baby back home. |
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She's afraid of the dark |
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So I had to park outside of her door till it's light |
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She says if |
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I try to kiss her she'll cry |
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I dry her tears all through the night |
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Hand in hand to a barbeque stand |
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Right from her doorway we roam |
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Eat and then it's a pleasure again |
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Walking my baby, talking my baby |
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Loving my baby, |
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I don't mean maybe |
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Walking my baby back home |