My baby puts her hairspray on
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With a lit cigarette in her mouth
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Takes her fingernail polish off
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Speedin' down some rural route
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Got a carburetor so leaned out
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I think she's burnin' Pam
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I'm the son of a locker salesman
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She calls me her lover man
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Don't you talk about my
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Don't you talk about my
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Don't you talk about my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my :
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Don't you talk about my
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Don't you talk about my
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Don't you talk about my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby
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She once trained a horse to do cartwheels
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Put a coyote in a sleeper hold
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Her heart's been pierced by love repeatedly
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But her mind is magnetic and bold
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All she ever got outta women's college
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Was some kind of fifth degree
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Seems she couldn't keep her skirts
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Far enough down below her knee
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Don't you talk about my
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Don't you talk about my
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Don't you talk about my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my...
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Don't you talk about my
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Don't you talk about my
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Don't you talk about my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby
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When that sun comes up
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She'll be deadheadin' all alone
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She's been up all night
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Just tryin' to beat that red guy home
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She brings me coffee in her careless panties
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Hickory cane and an old straw hat
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Fringe velcro'd to a buckskin jacket
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Cause daddy never let her leave the house lookin' like that
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She's so beautiful it hurts my feelings
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I think she's been around once or twice
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A thousand years of hearts she's been stealin'
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I'm happy to pay love's sacrifice
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Don't you talk about my
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Don't you talk about my
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Don't you talk about my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my...
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My Baby
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| John Hiatt |
