Transcribed from vocals by Whispering Jack Smith,
recorded Oct. 30, 1926;
From Whispering
Jack Smith, Flapper Past CD #7074.
Doodle-do-do-do-do-do,
Doodle-do-do-do-do-do,
Doodle-do-do-do-do-do,Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do...
My baby never told me
Exactly how I stand,
She even tries to scold me
When I hold her little hand,
My baby may be bashful,
My baby may be shy,
But I'm happy, oh, so happy,
And I'll tell you why:
Oh, I know my baby loves me,
I can tell my baby loves me,
For there ain't no maybe in my
baby's eyes!
Even though she don't express it,
She might just as well confess
it,
For there ain't no maybe in my
baby's eyes!
We sit each evening,
And never speak;
I wish each evening
Could last a week.
Although our conversation
Is mostly just "hello,"
That certain hesitation
Every time I start to go,
Her little way of saying
That little word, "good-bye,"
Makes me happy, oh, so happy,
And here's just why:
Oh, I know my baby loves me,
And even though she don't express
it,
She might just as well confess
it,
Oh, there ain't no maybe in my
baby's eyes!
We sit each evening,
And never speak;
And I wish each evening
Could last a week.
Oh, I know my baby loves me,
I can tell my baby loves me,
For there ain't no maybe in my
baby's eyes!
Oh, I know my baby loves me,
I can tell my baby loves me,
For there ain't no maybe in my
baby's eyes!
Even though she don't express it,
She might just as well confess
it,
For there ain't no maybe in my
baby's eyes!
We sit each evening,
And never speak;
And I wish each evening
Could last a week.
Oh, I know my baby loves me,
I can tell my baby loves me,
For there ain't no maybe in my
baby's eyes!
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