Oh

we had a quarrel

we had a fight



Looking funny

you and I



We were running round the house shouting murder.

Believe it when I say

Don't you ever get in the way

If you do there'll be no head on your shoulders.

Where's she gone

boy?



Babe's in the wood.

Won't she love me good.



She took away my Cadillac

With all my money in the back.

Babe's in the wood

Babe's in the wood.

Oh

won't she love me good.

She took away my Cadillac

With all my money in the back.

Babe's in the wood.



I got the Sheriff on the cage



A missing person

a pretty face



You gotta find her bring her back home to me.

From the mountain above the bridge

You see the forest below the ridge.

Get searching don't you stop find my Baby.

Where's she gone

kid?



Babe's in the wood. . . .



I hope there are no Indians

Looking for a squaw.

Mohicans and stocking tops

Won't mix too well for sure.

I think.



Well

I'm looking on my own.

I find my Baby building a home.

She said I'm sorry what I've done please believe me.

Now we live in harmony



I love my sugar

she loves me



Keep her busy day and night

treat her right.

What you making

boy?

Babe's in the wood.

Won't she love me good.

She took away my Cadillac

And sold it for a little shack.

Babe's in the wood

Babe's in the wood.

She took away my Cadillac

And sold it for a little shack.

Babe's in the wood.



She took away my Cadillac

And sold it for a little shack. . . .



Babe's in the wood.