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My Baby
written by John Hiatt

My baby puts her hairspray on
With a lit cigarette in her mouth
Takes her fingernail polish off
Speediní down some rural route
Got a carburetor so leaned out
I think sheís burniní Pam
Iím the son of a locker salesman
She calls me her lover man

Donít you talk about my
Donít you talk about my
Donít you talk about my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my Ö

Donít you talk about my
Donít you talk about my
Donít 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 heartís been pierced by love repeatedly
But her mind is magnetic and bold
All she ever got outta womenís college
Was some kind of fifth degree
Seems she couldnít keep her skirts
Far enough down below her knee

Donít you talk about my
Donít you talk about my
Donít you talk about my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my Ö

Donít you talk about my
Donít you talk about my
Donít you talk about my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby

When that sun comes up
Sheíll be deadheadiní all alone
Sheís been up all night
Just tryiní to beat that red guy home

She brings me coffee in her careless panties
Hickory cane and an old straw hat
Fringe velcroíd to a buckskin jacket
Cause daddy never let her leave the house lookiní like that

Sheís so beautiful it hurts my feelings
I think sheís been around once or twice
A thousand years of hearts sheís been stealiní
Iím happy to pay loveís sacrifice

Donít you talk about my
Donít you talk about my
Donít you talk about my baby, my baby, my baby, my baby, my Ö