[Bobby Bare & Jeannie Bare & Bobby Bare, Jr.]
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I guess you've heard that baby's now a singer
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You hear her records on the radio
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She wears rhinestone jeans and turquoise on her finger
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Oh, but she don't bake no biscuits anymore.
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I guess our friends and neighbors think it's funny
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To see me hang these diapers every day
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But Lord that woman's sendin' home the money
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So there ain't too damn much a man can say.
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Oh, while she's climbin' the ladder I'm climbin' the wall
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A hopin' that she'll reach the top but prayin' that she'd fall
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When your love's in showbiz Lord there ain't much love at all
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While she's a climbin' the ladder I'm climbin' the wall.
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She wears her hair pulled up high like Dolly
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And Loretta's exdriver drives her bus
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And all the kids and me we only see her on TV
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Now watch close kids she's gonna sing one song for us.
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There she is, ain't she pretty?
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I wanna go home again where the fields are so green
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I wanna go home again where the air's fresh and clean
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Where all my loved ones wait and there's true lovin' friend
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And life is simple sweet so I wanna go home again.
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I wanna go home again where the fields are so green
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I wanna go home again where the air's fresh and clean
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Where all my loved ones wait and there's true lovin' friend
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And life is simple sweet so I wanna go home again...
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Climbin' The Ladder And Climbin' The Wall
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| Bobby Bare |
