Sunday, 18 October 2009

Lyrical Schpiel: Lost My Baby

I lost my baby bout a year ago
What did I do and where did she go?
She went to the store or so she said
But she never came home with my cigarettes

I drove around all day in my pick-up truck
I couldn’t find my baby I was all shook up
I looked in her daddy’s and her momma’s too
But I couldn’t find my baby now what can I do?

The next thing you know and I’m a drivin' so slow
I’m looking at everybody an they all know
I’ve lost my baby and they can’t help me
Somebody told me “Boy, she just wants to be free”

I’ve been checkin' all the rooms at all the motels
Goin' to every door and ringing the bell
I’m going everywhere so she might find me
I just want, my baby back so I can be happy

I’m puttin' up a picture in every lamppost on town
I’ll pay anybody that can bring her around
Every last dollar that I ever had
Cos I need my baby, need my baby, need her so bad

I keep thinking I see my baby in every corner in town
I’m driving through the night until the sun goes down
Sleep with one eye open with my foot on the gas
Cos I’m lookin' for my baby on every corner I pass

Chorus:
I lost my baby (he lost his baby)
Bout a year ago (bout a year ago)
I lost my baby (he lost his baby)
Bout a year ago (bout a year ago)

Since I lost my baby I’m at the bar every night
Drinkin' lots of whiskey, smoking Marlboro Lights
Now I’m telling the barman bout my blues and my past
He says “You’re not gonna find your baby at the bottom of a glass”

Wake up in the morning with my same damn clothes
Thinking about my future all my friends an my foes
Picked myself up an’ I walk through the door
I gotta leave this town cos I can’t stay here no more

Chorus:
I lost my baby (he lost his baby)
Bout a year ago (bout a year ago)
I lost my baby (he lost his baby)
Bout a year ago (bout a year ago)

Pulled up at a diner for some soda and chips
’Bout 20 miles south of Route 66
Sittin' in the corner an’ guess who’s on the TV?
If it wasn’t my baby girl singing a song about me

Said she’d ran away cos she’d had enough
Sick of my drinkin', smokin’ and my pick up truck
Said she really loved me but she had to go
And “If you wanna find me now I’ll be in Mexico”

FIN

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