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My Baby

I cain’t find my baby! Looked around and my baby cain’t be found.
I know she’s out there. I know she’s out there strutting her stuff.
I know I gotta find her.
My baby ain’t around.
My baby has to come home to her daddy.
If my baby don’t come home tonight.
I’ll have to go out and find her.
And when I find her,
If she’s with another man.
I’ll just have kill her.
I don’t want to.
I love my baby.
My baby weighs heavy on my mind.
My baby ain’t around and she cain't be found.
That weighs heavy on my mind.
My baby’s coming home tonight.
Or else, when I find her, I’m gonna shoot her dead with my .44.
I cain’t find my baby. Looked around and my baby cain’t be found.

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Searchin' for You

When the night has come and the town is dark … that’s when I leave my lonely cabin. That’s when I go searchin’ for you, Baby. I walk the streets knowing that one night I will find you.
You have long auburn hair that flows down over your shoulders. Your eyes are green, you have curves that just won’t stop. I know everything about you except your name. Is it Diane? Is it Nadine? Or is it Aphrodite? Are you my goddess of love?
I saw you five months ago walking with a man. You went into Jimbo’s honky-tonk, and I followed. I sat at the bar and watched you. As I looked on, I fell in love. I fell in love with your smile, with your laugh. I fell head over heels in love with your beauty. From that moment on, I was yours. You just don’t know it yet. I should have followed you when you left, but I didn't. I thought I’d see you soon enough, but I haven’t.
When the night starts its retreat and the beginning light in the East tells me I must stop my quest, I go back to my empty cabin and think of you.
I dream of you while I sleep the day away. I know that if I am to find you, it will only be in the dark of night where I first saw you.
I’m searchin’ for you, Baby, and one day I’m gonna find you.