LEAVE MY BABY ALONE. (Harlan Howard - Bobby Bare). '64 Tree Publishing. RECORDED BY WANDA JACKSON. . Don't you be a tellin' my baby lies. You better leave my baby alone.
Billy Dalton staggered on the sidewalk someone said he stumbled and he fell. Six squad cars came screamin' to the rescue hauled old Billy Dalton off to jail.
Mary came home with smoke in her hair. and her stockings on crooked, but she didn't care. Feet tripping heavy, she climbed up the stairs. Don't you get between her and that easy chair.
Woke up cryin' with pictures of you in my head. Lyin' next to the thing that you don't know I did. I could tell on myself but I don't think that. I have the nerve.
Lullaby of Birdland, that's what I. Always hear when you sigh. Never in my wordland. Could there be ways to reveal. In a phrase how I feel. . Have you ever heard two turtle doves.
Look down, look down that lonesome road. Before you travel on.. . Look down, look down that lonesome road. Before you travel on.. Look up, look up and greet your maker,.
And those weird China blues. Never go away. Sad, mad blues. For all the while they seem to say. . Oh, Limehouse kid. Oh, oh, Limehouse kid. Goin' the way.
Pack up all your dishes.. Make note of all good wishes.. Say goodbye to the landlord for me.. That son of a bitch has always bored me.. . Throw out them LA papers.
I like drinking whiskey. I like being straight. I like a voodoo spinners. And I like live bait. . I like a hundred miles an hour. I like Sunday driving too.
The old gunfighter on the porch. Stared into the sun. And relived the days of living by the gun. When deadly games of pride were played. And living was mistakes not made.
He's a wino, tried and true.. Done about everything there is to do.. He worked on freighters, he worked in bars.. He worked on farms, 'n he worked on cars..
I found comfort and courage in bottles of whiskey. I swear to you friends that that life is some risky. I have backed away quickly from those who tried to burn me.
Pack up all your dishes.. Make note of all good wishes.. Say goodbye to the landlord for me.. That son of a bitch has always bored me.. . Throw out them LA papers.
Lydie lit a cigarette today,. Ancient fumbling fingers in her way. From a forty year old coffee cup she sipped a bit of gin,. Closed her eyes and let the memories in..
Punch in, punch out, try to make your boss proud. Finally Friday headed down the home route. Six pack stop, it'll only take a minute. Take a quick pick ticket.
I'm a low down soul. Out in a lonesome land. Just a low down soul. Out in a lonesome land. I can't find anyone. To lend a helping hand. . I tried so hard.
Woke up this mornin' in yesterday's clothes. Still got my buzz from last night's show. A cup of coffee, Ready to go again. . I've got twenty-seven shows in twenty-seven days.
Now love is pouring through the windows. Comin' through the door. I can feel it creepin' through the cracks in the floor. Bouncin' off the walls and the ceilin' up above.
I don't want to hurt nobody. Don't want to make nobody cry. I don't want to do wrong, I don't want to do wrong. I don't want to tell no lies. I'm lovin' you, lovin' you against my will.
Well, they say he knows whose been naughty or nice. And if I have my way, baby after tonight. We'll be one couple he can scratch off his list. Let's be naughty and save Santa the trip.