Webb Pierce - Why Baby Why Lyrics
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Why Baby Why
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What Are The Lyrics For Why Baby Why By Webb Pierce?
Tell me why baby, why baby, why baby, why
You make me cry baby, cry baby, cry baby, cry I can't help but love you 'til the day that I die But tell me, why baby, why baby, why baby, why Well I got a crow I wanna pick with you Just like last time when the feathers flew You're runnin' wild a-kickin' up your heels A-leavin' me home with a hand full of bills I can't live without you and you know it's true But there's no livin' with you, so what'll I do I'm goin' honky tonkin', get as tight as I can And maybe by then you'll 'preciate a good man Tell me why baby, why baby, why baby, why You make me cry baby, cry baby, cry baby, cry I can't help but love you 'til the day that I die So tell me why baby, why baby, why baby, why Tell me why baby, why baby, why baby, why You make me cry baby, cry baby, cry baby, cry Well, I don't know, but I've heard say Ev'ry little dog is gonna have his day You'd better pay attention, don't you dare forget 'Cause you're sincerely not just a little bitty puppy yet I caught you honky tonkin' with my best friend What I shoulda done was quit you way back then Now I'm too old to leave you, but I still get sore When you come home a-feelin' for the knob on the door Tell me why baby, why baby, why baby, why You make me cry baby, cry baby, cry baby, cry I can't help but love you 'til the day that I die So tell me, why baby, why baby, why baby, why |
Who Wrote Why Baby Why By Webb Pierce?
Darrell Edwards, George Jones
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