My Baby - John Hiatt

My baby puts her hairspray on Lit the cigarette in her mouth

Takes her fingernail polish off

Speedin' down some rural route

Got a carburetor so leaned out

I think she’s burnin' Pam

I’m the son of a locker salesman

She call me her lover man

Don’t you talk about my Don’t you talk about my Don’t you talk about my baby

My baby, my baby, my baby, my Don’t you talk about my Don’t you talk about my Don’t you talk about my baby

My baby, my baby, my baby

She once trained a horse to do cartwheels

Put a coyote in a sleeper hold

Her heart’s been pierced by love repeatedly

But her mind is magnetic and bold

All she ever got outta women’s college

Was some kind of fifth degree

Seems she couldn’t keep her skirts

Far enough down below her knee

Don’t you talk about my Don’t you talk about my Don’t you talk about my baby

My baby, my baby, my baby, my Don’t you talk about my Don’t you talk about my Don’t you talk about my baby

My baby, my baby, my baby

When that sun comes up She’ll be dead headin' all alone

She’s been up all night

Just tryin' to beat that red guy home, yeah

She brings me coffee in her careless panties

With a hickory cane and an old straw hat

Fringe velcro’d to a buckskin jacket

'Cause daddy never let her leave the house lookin' like that

She’s so beautiful, it hurts my feelings

I think she’s been around once or twice

A thousand years of hearts she’s been stealin'

I’m happy to pay love’s sacrifice

Don’t you talk about my Don’t you talk about my Don’t you talk about my baby

My baby, my baby, my baby, my Don’t you talk about my Don’t you talk about my Don’t you talk about my baby

My baby, my baby, my baby

Don’t you talk about my Don’t you talk about my Don’t you talk about my baby

My baby, my baby, my baby, my Don’t you talk about my Don’t talk about my baby

My baby, my baby, my baby

My, my, my, my baby, my baby

My baby, my baby

My baby, my baby

My baby, my baby, my baby, my My baby, my baby

My baby, my baby, my baby, my, alright