| Well, I’m sittin' here wonderin'
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| Where’s my long, tall baby now?
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| Yeah, I’m sittin' here wonderin'
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| Where’s my long, tall baby now?
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| 'Cause somebody came and stole her
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| Left me on the bottom side of down
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| I used to take her out on Saturdays
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| And a-swingin' we would go
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| Yeah, I’d take her out on Saturdays
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| And a-swingin' we would go
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| I would do most anything
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| Just to swing that gal once more
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| (Ah, yeah, here we go)
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| She always felt like a dream
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| Right here in my hands
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| Any cat who’s played around with her understands
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| Why I’m bluer than a hound dog
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| Barkin' up a tree
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| Cryin', «Please, please, please Big Bertha
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| Come on home to me»
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| Well, I hope I never find him
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| The one that took my gal away
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| Yeah, I hope I never find him
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| The dude that took my Callaway
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| 'Cause if I do, I’m tellin' you
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| You’ll have the devil to pay
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| She always felt like a dream
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| Right here in my hands
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| Any cat who’s played around with her understands
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| Why I’m bluer than a hound dog
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| Barkin' up a tree
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| Cryin', «Please, please, please Big Bertha
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| Come on home to me» |
| Come on home to me
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| Oh, come on home, baby
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| Well, I know she’s just a golf club
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| Lord, she always sets me free (Let me say it again)
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| Yeah, I said I know she’s just a golf club
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| But she always set me free
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| (Let's wind it up)
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| So, if you see my Big Bertha
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| Tell that gal to hit a few for me
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| (Yeah, woo, yeah)
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| (Thank you, hall-of-famer)
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| (Right back at ya)
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| (Hit me) |