37 lyrics for "Well, don't you know, baby"

Oh, come back, baby Oh, now, now Oh, mama, please, don't go, yeah 'Cause the way I love you Child, you'll never know Yeah, yeah let's talk it over Oh, one more time Well, I admit, baby That I was wrong
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Love your daddy all night long Come on, come on now, baby Well, don't you know, baby Girl, I'm in love with you so Come on now, baby Baby, baby please come on Now don't you know, baby Little girl, little girl, don't you know Please listen to me baby
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Baby, please don't go For be a dog Down to New Orleans You know I love you so Well, your mind done gone To git you way down here I make you walk the log Baby, your mind done gone Left the county farm
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Let's talk it over one more time Oh, now, now Oh, come back, baby, yeah, yeah Oh, come back, baby Oh, mama, please, don't go, yeah 'Cause the way I love you Child, you'll never know Well, I admit, baby That I was wrong
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Baby you don't wanna know Well do what you want, but don't be proud 'Cause baby you don't wanna know What I'm gonna do when you're not around No baby you don't wanna know I got you right where I want And I bet you gonna set you off And I tell you
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Why don't you catch my pony, now saddle up my black mare? ...my pony, saddle up, up my black mare? You know, I'm gonna find my baby, well, in the world somewhere You know, he's a travelin' horse, an' he's too black bad He's a travelin' pony, I declare,
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No no no no But we work so well and we don't even know why You can call it fire and ice We don't even know why, no no no We like it in the daytime I don't ask for you to change, baby no no no And you don't ask for me to change Tell me how we're not alike
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You don't know a thing about me 'Cause baby you don't know a thing about me You ain't got the right to tell me Acting like you own me lately Mister Know It All Well you, you think you know it all Oh you think that you know me, know me That's why I'm
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Well, I ride on a mail train, baby, can't buy a thrill Well, I been up all night leanin' on the windowsill Well, if I die on top of the hill And if I don't make it, you know my baby will Don't the moon look good, mama, shinin' through the trees Don't the
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