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 I get
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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 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, I don't mean maybe
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Walking my baby back home
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Walkin' My Baby Back Home
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| George Benson |
