| Gee, it’s great after bein' out late
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| Walkin' my baby back home
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| Arm in arm, over meadow and farm
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| Walkin' my baby back home
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| We go 'long harmonizin' a song
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| Or I’m recitin' a poem
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| Owls go by and they give me the eye
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| A-walkin' my baby back home
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| We stop for a while, he gives me a smile
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| I snuggle my head to his chest
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| We start in to pet and that’s when I get
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| My powder all over his vest
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| After I kinda straighten my tie
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| She has to borrow my comb
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| Once kiss then we continue again
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| A-walkin' my baby back home
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| She’s 'fraid of the dark, so I have to park
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| Outside of her door till it’s light
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| Now I say if he tries to kiss me I’ll cry
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| I dry her tears all through the night
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| Hand in hand to a barbecue stand
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| Right from her doorway we roam
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| Eats and then it’s a pleasure again
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| A-walkin' my baby, a-talkin' my baby
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| A-lovin' my baby, I don’t mean maybe
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| Walkin' my baby back home
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| Merry night |