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There’s a red house over yonder, that’s where my baby stays.
There’s a red house over yonder, baby, that’s where my baby stays.
Well, I ain’t been home to see my baby in about ninety nine and one half days,
’bout time I see her.

Oh, remember the mocking bird, my baby bun
He used to sing for his supper, baby
Yes he used to sing for his dinner, babe
He used to sing so sweet
But a since my baby left me he ain’t sang a tune all day
Oh, remember the blue-birds and the honey bees,
They used to sing for the sunshine
Yes they used to sing for the honey, baby
They used to sing so sweet
But a since my baby left me they ain’t sang a tune all day
Hey pretty baby, come on back to me
Make every body as happy as can be
So baby, if you’ll please come home again
You know I’ll kiss you for my supper, yeah
You know I’ll kiss you for my dinner, baby now
But uh, if you don’t come back you know I’ll have to starve to death
‘Cus I ain’t had one kiss all day now, ah babe
Please remember
You’ve got to remember
You’ve got to remember our love
Come on back, baby, come on back in my arms,
I’ll make everything that better
Come on, baby, hurry up now
Can you hear me calling you back again now?

Yeah, his guitar slung across his back
His dusty boots is his cadillac
Flamin’ hair just a blowin’ in the wind
Ain’t seen a bed in so long it’s a sin
He left home when he was seventeen
The rest of the world he had longed to see
But everybody knows the boss
A rolling stone who gathers no moss

But you’d probably call him a tramp
But it goes a little deeper than that
He’s a highway chile, yeah

Now some people say he had a girl back home
Who messed around and did him pretty wrong
They tell me it kinda hurt him bad
Kinda made him feel pretty sad
I couldn’t say what went through his mind
Anyway, he left the world behind
But everybody knows the same old story,
In love and war you can’t lose in glory

Now you’d probably call him a tramp
But I know it goes a little deeper than that
He’s a highway chile

Walk on brother, yeah
One more brother

His old guitar slung across his back
His dusty boots is his cadillac
Flamin’ hair just a blowin’ in the wind
Ain’t seen a bed in so long it’s a sin

Now you may call him a tramp
But I know it goes a little deeper than that
He’s a highway chile

Walk on brother
Don’t let no one stop you
Highway chile
Yeah yeah yeah
Highway chile
Go on down the highway
Highway chile
Yeah yeah yeah
Highway chile