Baby Dont You Want To Go by Tommy McClennan Lyrics
Baby, don't you want to go?
Take your time now and make this one right
Baby don't you want to go? Go where?
To that land of California, sweet old Chicago
Yeah
Now did you get that letter
Dropped in your backyard?
I wants to come to see you
Your best man got me barred
Cry, oh ooh
Baby, don't you want to go?
To that land Californ', sweet old Chicago
Now I don't drink because I'm dry
I drink because I'm blue
The reason I drink, pretty mama
Now I can't get 'long with you
Baby, don't you want to go?
Yeah
To that land a Californ', sweet old Chicago
Now, look-a-here, baby
Don't have to tell you know more
You can get my lovin'
If you just let him go
Cry, oh
Playin' me a long shout
Baby, don't you want to go?
To that land a Californ', sweet old Chicago
Planned on May
Yes, yes
Yeah
Yes, yes
Yeah, June or May
Baby, don't you wanna go?
Yeah, hey
Baby, don't you wanna go? Go where?
To that land of Californ', sweet old Chicago
Yeah
Now, my my mama told me
"Papa, startin' to cry
Son, you're too young-a man
To have them women your side"
She cried, "Look-a-here, babe
I know you wants to go
To that land of Californ', sweet old Chicago"
Oh, be-be-be-ba
Kee-da-da-da
Take your time now and make this one right
Baby don't you want to go? Go where?
To that land of California, sweet old Chicago
Yeah
Now did you get that letter
Dropped in your backyard?
I wants to come to see you
Your best man got me barred
Cry, oh ooh
Baby, don't you want to go?
To that land Californ', sweet old Chicago
Now I don't drink because I'm dry
I drink because I'm blue
The reason I drink, pretty mama
Now I can't get 'long with you
Baby, don't you want to go?
Yeah
To that land a Californ', sweet old Chicago
Now, look-a-here, baby
Don't have to tell you know more
You can get my lovin'
If you just let him go
Cry, oh
Playin' me a long shout
Baby, don't you want to go?
To that land a Californ', sweet old Chicago
Planned on May
Yes, yes
Yeah
Yes, yes
Yeah, June or May
Baby, don't you wanna go?
Yeah, hey
Baby, don't you wanna go? Go where?
To that land of Californ', sweet old Chicago
Yeah
Now, my my mama told me
"Papa, startin' to cry
Son, you're too young-a man
To have them women your side"
She cried, "Look-a-here, babe
I know you wants to go
To that land of Californ', sweet old Chicago"
Oh, be-be-be-ba
Kee-da-da-da