My baby travels with a barstoolnMy baby travels with a barstoolnBoy, she can sing, my baby!nnMy baby don’t do the dishesnMy baby won’t do the dishesnBoy, she can sing, my baby!nnSaw my baby’s picture when she was a kidnYeah, yeah, yeah she was always like thisnShe looks so sweet in the bar-room shadownBlowin’ off the roof, she’s a flamin’ arrow!nnMy baby doesn’t have an addressnMy baby doesn’t have an addressnBoy, she can sing, my baby!nnMy baby writes a thousand lettersnMy baby writes a thousand lettersnBoy, she can sing, my baby!nnShe’s never in a hurry, but she moves so fast!nWhen she makes her promises, she makes them last!