Oh
we had a quarrel
we had a fight
Looking funny
you and I
We were running round the house shouting murder.
Believe it when I say
Don`t you ever get in the way
If you do there`ll be no head on your shoulders.
Where`s she gone
boy?
Babe`s in the wood.
Won`t she love me good.
She took away my Cadillac
With all my money in the back.
Babe`s in the wood
Babe`s in the wood.
Oh
won`t she love me good.
She took away my Cadillac
With all my money in the back.
Babe`s in the wood.
I got the Sheriff on the cage
A missing person
a pretty face
You gotta find her bring her back home to me.
From the mountain above the bridge
You see the forest below the ridge.
Get searching don`t you stop find my Baby.
Where`s she gone
kid?
Babe`s in the wood. . . .
I hope there are no Indians
Looking for a squaw.
Mohicans and stocking tops
Won`t mix too well for sure.
I think.
Well
I`m looking on my own.
I find my Baby building a home.
She said I`m sorry what I`ve done please believe me.
Now we live in harmony
I love my sugar
she loves me
Keep her busy day and night
treat her right.
What you making
boy?
Babe`s in the wood.
Won`t she love me good.
She took away my Cadillac
And sold it for a little shack.
Babe`s in the wood
Babe`s in the wood.
She took away my Cadillac
And sold it for a little shack.
Babe`s in the wood.
She took away my Cadillac
And sold it for a little shack. . . .
Babe`s in the wood.
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