George Benson Walkin' My Baby Back Home
Gee it's great after being out late,
Walking my baby back home.
Arm in arm over meadow and farm,
Walking my baby back home.
We go along harmonizing a song,
Or I'm reciting a poem.
Owls go by and they give me the eye,
Walking my baby back home.
We stop for a while, she gives me a smile,
And snuggles her head to my chest.
We start in to pet, and that's when I get
Her powder all over my vest.
After I kind of straighten my tie,
She has to borrow my comb.
One kiss then we continue again,
Walking my baby back home.
She's afraid of the dark
So I had to park outside of her door till it's light
She says if I try to kiss her she'll cry
I dry her tears all through the night
Hand in hand to a barbeque stand
Right from her doorway we roam
Eat and then it's a pleasure again
Walking my baby, talking my baby
Loving my baby, I don't mean maybe
Walking my baby back home
