Big Bertha - Ronnie Milsap, Vince Gill

Well, I’m sittin' here wonderin'

Where’s my long, tall baby now?

Yeah, I’m sittin' here wonderin'

Where’s my long, tall baby now?

'Cause somebody came and stole her

Left me on the bottom side of down

I used to take her out on Saturdays

And a-swingin' we would go

Yeah, I’d take her out on Saturdays

And a-swingin' we would go

I would do most anything

Just to swing that gal once more

(Ah, yeah, here we go)

She always felt like a dream

Right here in my hands

Any cat who’s played around with her understands

Why I’m bluer than a hound dog

Barkin' up a tree

Cryin', «Please, please, please Big Bertha

Come on home to me»

Well, I hope I never find him

The one that took my gal away

Yeah, I hope I never find him

The dude that took my Callaway

'Cause if I do, I’m tellin' you

You’ll have the devil to pay

She always felt like a dream

Right here in my hands

Any cat who’s played around with her understands

Why I’m bluer than a hound dog

Barkin' up a tree

Cryin', «Please, please, please Big Bertha

Come on home to me»

Come on home to me

Oh, come on home, baby

Well, I know she’s just a golf club

Lord, she always sets me free (Let me say it again)

Yeah, I said I know she’s just a golf club

But she always set me free

(Let's wind it up)

So, if you see my Big Bertha

Tell that gal to hit a few for me

(Yeah, woo, yeah)

(Thank you, hall-of-famer)

(Right back at ya)

(Hit me)