My Baby, Sure

Break them!
Get down, y’all!
Y’all come back now ya hear? Alright
Okay that the way they talk?
Bye Chester!
Take that hairy hippie out of the dressing room!
Scoop that muck off your boots
Before you come in the house, son
Okay
Your mouth’s full now?
Right, we' ll begin, ok…
One two three four!
Well, my baby
Sure got me lovesick
That I guess it’s plain to see
She sure knows her way around
'Cause her daddy owns the whole damn town
And he don’t give a damn for me
Well, my baby’s
Alway’s got an answer
Every time she can’t be found
Well, she’ll be stepping out around
And she calls up
And she says she’s mine
And I am crazy one more time
I' m gonna write myself a letter
I’m gonna send it in the mail
I’ve got to sort me out
'Cause if I don’t somehow
I' ll never be the same again
Woo hah!
I' m gonna write myself a letter
I’m gonna send it through the mail
I’ve got to sort me out
'Cause if I don’t somehow
I' ll never be the same again
Well, my baby
Sure stays out late nights
Till it begins to tire me down
Well if I live in gold
Well, I don’t feel better anyway
And I drive back to town
There' s a red light on the wall
And that means you' re coming home