Whoa Baby Songtext
von Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys
Whoa Baby Songtext
Whoa babe, oh yeah
Whoa babe, what can the matter be?
Whoa babe, something still bother me
How come I can′t come knocking around your door? (Yeah)
Whoa babe, how come you let me down?
Whoa babe, why can't I hang around?
Since when ain′t I your your badass boy no more?
Everynight I take you out
You are the one to frown and I
Some day you'll make me shout
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa" (yeah)
Whoa babe, how do you get that way?
Whoa babe, some day you gonna pay
But I leave you I knock on your door no more
(Yes, brother L. Sam)
(All kinda grooving around on that old country guitar)
Whoa babe, what can the matter be?
Whoa babe, something still bother me
How come I can't come knocking around your door? (Well)
Whoa babe, how come you let me down?
Whoa babe, why can′t I hang around?
Since when ain′t I your your badass boy no more? (Since you don't come knocking around my door)
Everynight I take you out
You are the one to frown and pout
Some day you′ll make me shout
"Whoa, dibidibi babap woah"
Whoa babe, how do you get that way?
Whoa babe, some day you gonna pay?
But I leave you I knock on your door no more
Whoa babe, what can the matter be?
Whoa babe, something still bother me
How come I can′t come knocking around your door? (Yeah)
Whoa babe, how come you let me down?
Whoa babe, why can't I hang around?
Since when ain′t I your your badass boy no more?
Everynight I take you out
You are the one to frown and I
Some day you'll make me shout
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa" (yeah)
Whoa babe, how do you get that way?
Whoa babe, some day you gonna pay
But I leave you I knock on your door no more
(Yes, brother L. Sam)
(All kinda grooving around on that old country guitar)
Whoa babe, what can the matter be?
Whoa babe, something still bother me
How come I can't come knocking around your door? (Well)
Whoa babe, how come you let me down?
Whoa babe, why can′t I hang around?
Since when ain′t I your your badass boy no more? (Since you don't come knocking around my door)
Everynight I take you out
You are the one to frown and pout
Some day you′ll make me shout
"Whoa, dibidibi babap woah"
Whoa babe, how do you get that way?
Whoa babe, some day you gonna pay?
But I leave you I knock on your door no more
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