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Music by: Fred E. Ahlert
Lyrics by: Roy Turk
Composed in 1930
 
             

Lyrics: (Separate Lyrics) Gee it's great after being out late, Walking my baby back home, Arm in arm over meadow and farm, Walking my baby back home. We go along harmonizing a song Or I’m reciting a poem, Owls go by and they give me the eye, Walking my baby back home. We stop for a while, she gives me a smile, And snuggles her head to my chest; We start in to pet and that’s when I get Her powder all over my vest. After I kind of straighten my tie, She has to borrow my comb, One kiss then we continue again, Walking my baby back home. She’s afraid of the dark So I have to park outside of her door 'til it's light; She says if I try to kiss her she’ll cry ... I dry her tears all through the night. Hand in hand to a barbecue stand, Right from her doorway we roam; Eats and then it’s a pleasure again Walking my baby, talking my baby, Loving my baby, I don’t mean maybe, Walking my baby back home.