Baby, baby, baby, baby...

Daddy drunk, daddy drunk himself to death
When he was thirty-five years old
Left five daughters An' book 'em on the Cayman row
Put 'em down an' left an' he left all pain to me
An' a pullin' outta Dallas
An' the dirt back in Tennessee

So I called big sister on the telephone
I said how y'all down there in 'ere call t'home
Girl you won't starve for fortune and fame
To earn big money in Dallas and make her name

Lonely hearts
They're just made to break
There ain't no spare parts
Ain't no oil to change

Honey, I ain't accustomed to lose
If I want somethin' bad
I always find a way to get thru

I tell ya somethin'
I ain't accustomed t'lose
If I want somethin' bad enough
I always find a way to get thru

Lonely hearts
They're just made to break
There ain't no spare parts
Ain't no oil to change

I could be there Thanksgiving afternoon
With a turkey in m'hand
And ah oughta buy a bottle o' boo'...
I took a short cut about a quarter down
The turnpike road
And I'll fill 'er up with gas