WALKIN' MY BABY BACK HOME
GEORGE BENSON
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