(Johnny Cash)
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ROY ORBISON (Sun 251, 1956)
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I love that hair, long an' black
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Hangin' down to the middle of your back
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Don't cut it off whatever you do
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I need it to run my fingers through
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'Cause you're my baby, ah-ah, you're my sugar
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Don't mean maybe, you're my baby
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Got me a dollar that I saved
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Saved it up for a rainy day
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Everybody's callin' for bills that's due
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But they don't catch me, I'll spend it on you
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'Cause you're my baby, ah-ah, you're my sugar
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Don't mean maybe, you're my baby
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Got me a guitar, got a six strings
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And a picker to make 'em ring
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Every string's gotta know what to do
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'Cause I'm gonna use 'em to serenade you
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'Cause you're my baby, ah-ah, you're my sugar
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Don't mean maybe, you're my baby
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Well I had me a gal, she said she's mine
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But she run around on me all the time
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Now she's gone an' I'm glad we're through
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'Cause I-I'm plum-flipped over you
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'Cause you're my baby, ah-ah, you're my sugar
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Don't mean maybe, you're my baby
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Oh, baby-baby, yeah you're my baby
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Well I don't mean maybe
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You drive me crazy
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I love you baby, you're my babydoll
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You're My Baby
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| Roy Orbison |
