My Baby's Boogying - Amos Milburn

My babe, my babe My babe, my babe My baby, my baby She is so sweet to me As sweet as honey She make me feel like [Incomprehensible] She walk like an angel She got a ways like a child A million dollar kiss And a billion dollar smile My babe, my babe My baby, my baby She's so sweet to me, yeah I don't need money, I don't need gold I need her love to satisfy my soul With my babe I don't need a thing But a married life and a wedding ring My babe, my babe My baby, my baby You're so sweet to me

Home, my baby's taking me home My baby's taking me home My baby's taking me home My baby's taking me home My baby's taking me home As we walk through the morning rain And the skies are clearing And the streets are glistening Streets named for new england trees A rainbow forms But we're both colorblind But we can hear what others can't hear We can hear the sound of a chorus singing Home, my baby's taking me home My baby's taking me home My baby's taking me home My baby's taking me home My baby's taking me home

You got your hair down, I got this top back Kissin' on my neck, girl, you gotta stop that Do you want that fast lane? Or do you want that back seat? Girl, you gotta pick one You can't expect me To keep my hands to myself She ain't into wine and dinin' She's shootin' whiskey, singin' Sweet Child of Mine, man Riding '95, sittin' shotgun pretty Turnin' this town into paradise city Runnin' wild, eyes open Just as fast as this thing goes, boy Give me some more She's my little rock star, man, she knows it My baby's Guns 'n' Roses She's got a wild side, bet trouble's in her blood Thinks I'm an outlaw, that's double trouble, son She likes to rock hard, she likes to kiss soft Hot as a barrel on a 12-gauge sawed off Ain't hard to please, long as you got speed She ain't into wine and dinin' She's shootin' whiskey, singin' Sweet Child of Mine, man Riding '95, sittin' shotgun pretty Turnin' this town into paradise city Runnin' wild, eyes open Just as fast as this thing goes, boy Give me some more She's my little rock star, man, she knows it My baby's Guns 'n' Roses, yeah My baby's Guns 'n' Roses, yeah Yeah, she's dancin' with the devil In the cold November rain But when she's Knocking On Heaven's Door, son You can bet God'll call her name She ain't into wine and dinin' She's shootin' whiskey, singin' Sweet Child of Mine, man Riding '95, sittin' shotgun pretty Turnin' this town into paradise city Runnin' wild, eyes open Just as fast as this thing goes, boy Give me some more She's my little rock star, man, she knows it My baby's Guns 'n' Roses My baby's Guns 'n' Roses My baby's Guns 'n' Roses My baby's Guns 'n' Roses Uh-hum

My baby, my baby, she's so good to me My baby, my baby, she's so good to me Yes, she's so fine As fine as a little girl should be She got a fine pair of legs And her figure is a sight to see She got a fine pair of legs And her figure is a sight to see Yeah, she's a red hot little girl And she mean the world to me Oh, yeah Oh, she's good, yeah, she's so good to me Oh, she's good, oh, she's so good to me Oh, she's so good little girl As good as a little girl should be Oh, she's fine She's fine, oh, yeah She's fine, yeah, oh, yeah Oh, she's so good Oh, she's so good to me Oh, yeah