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All Night Long

All Night Long

The wind is blowin’
The wind is blowin’
The oak tree breaks
The whole shack shakes
And the wind is blowin’
And my baby’s moanin’
All night long

The snow is fallin’
The snow is fallin’
The wood ain’t cut
And the shed is bare
And the snow is fallin’
But my pretty baby’s
Burnin’ all night long

Now if I was a rich man
Now if I was a rich man
I’d move her out to Birmingham
If I was a rich man
And my pretty baby’s
Dreamin’ all night long

Now the baby’s cryin’
Now the baby’s cryin’
I do the best I can
With these two hands
But the baby’s cryin’
And his pretty mama’s rockin’
All night long

Yeah her hands are clappin’
Yeah her hands are clappin’
I shout and sing and
Blow that thing
And her hands are clappin’
Yeah my pretty baby’s dancin’
All night long

The whiskey’s workin’
The whiskey’s workin’
I got no job and the money’s gone
But the whiskey’s workin’
And my pretty baby’s laughin’
All night long

Now she curl up softly
Now she curl up softly
Put her head to rest
Upon my chest
Yes she curl up softly
And my pretty baby holds me
All night long

Now the dogs are barkin’
Now the dogs are barkin’
All night long back to
Hell and gone
Yeah the dogs are barkin’
But my pretty baby’s purrin’
All night long

Another day is comin’
Another day is comin’
And the sun’ll rise
In my baby’s eyes
Another day is comin’
And my pretty baby
Loves me all night long

Written by Robert Hazard - © 2004 ASCAP


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