Gee it's great after staying out late, walking my baby back home.
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Arm in arm, over meadow and farm, walking my baby back home.
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We go on harmonizing a song or she's reciting a poem,
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owls fly by and they give me the eye, walking my baby back home.
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We stop for awhile, she gives me a smile and cuddles her cheek to my chest.
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We start to pet and that's when I get her powder all over my vest.
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After I kind of straighten my tie, she has to borrow my comb.
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It's one kiss then we continue again walking my baby back home.
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Walking My Baby Back Home
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| James Taylor |
