(Shel Silverstein)
Bobby Bare & Jeannie Bare & Bobby Bare, Jr.
I guess you`ve heard that baby`s now a singer
You hear her records on the radio
She wears rhinestone jeans and turquoise on her finger
Oh, but she don`t bake no biscuits anymore.
I guess our friends and neighbors think it`s funny
To see me hang these diapers every day
But Lord that woman`s sendin` home the money
So there ain`t too damn much a man can say.
Oh, while she`s climbin` the ladder I`m climbin` the wall
A hopin` that she`ll reach the top but prayin` that she`d fall
When your love`s in showbiz Lord there ain`t much love at all
While she`s a climbin` the ladder I`m climbin` the wall.
She wears her hair pulled up high like Dolly
And Loretta`s exdriver drives her bus
And all the kids and me we only see her on TV
Now watch close kids she`s gonna sing one song for us.
There she is, ain`t she pretty?
I wanna go home again where the fields are so green
I wanna go home again where the air`s fresh and clean
Where all my loved ones wait and there`s true lovin` friend
And life is simple sweet so I wanna go home again.
I wanna go home again where the fields are so green
I wanna go home again where the air`s fresh and clean
Where all my loved ones wait and there`s true lovin` friend
And life is simple sweet so I wanna go home again...