Lonely Without a Song
Walking in the Footsteps of Your Mind
A-M-E-R-I-C-A
Call 911
Call 911
Call, Call 911; it’s an emergency, I want my baby back home
Call, Call 911; my baby’s gone and left me here all alone
I’m sittin’ on the couch with my head in my hands
Tryin’ to think how to get my baby back home again
With each tear drop I count the memories,
And every little thing she said to me
Call, Call 911; it’s an emergency, I want my baby back home
Call, Call 911; my baby’s gone, and left me here all alone
She’s five foot two, with big brown eyes, and coal black hair
A smile that would melt your heart and take you anywhere
I miss the kisses and arms that held me tight
I can’t let her go, it just ain’t right
So Call, Call 911; it’s an emergency, I want my baby back home
Call, Call 911; my baby’s gone and left me here all alone
I picked up my phone and made a call
Put out an APB and that ain’t all
They’re searchin’ from Bangor Maine to Monterey,
From New York City and back to LA
Call, Call 911; it’s an emergency, I want my baby back home
Call, Call 911; my baby’s gone and left me here all alone
I thought that I would never see her again
When she walked through the door you should have seen me grin,
She said, “I was tryin’ to make a call, I got your APB and that ain’t all”
She said; “I called, called 911; it’s an emergency, I want to go home
I called, called 911; when I got your message, I knew I loved you so
I called, called 911; it’s an emergency, I want to come home”
She called, called 911; my baby, oh yes, she’s come back home
Tag: My baby, oh yes, she’s come back home.
My baby, oh yes, she’s come back home.
Music by: Russ Marsh
Lyrics by: Russ Marsh
© Copyright by Russ Marsh 2008