When my Baby lets her hair down I can't sing blues no more
My Baby's hot and that is not what the blues was created for
So it's off with the frown on with the lace
A real short skirt you wanna see my face
When Baby lets her hair down I can't sing blues no more
The blues was created a long long time ago
So a man or a woman down on their luck could get it all out let the whole world know
Songs about cheating and mistreating and love gone wrong
When my Baby lets her hair down I can't sing blues no more
My Baby's hot and that is not what the blues was created for
So it's off with the frown on with the lace
A real short skirt you wanna see my face
When Baby lets her hair down I can't sing blues no more
When my granny she died she was eaten by a mean old crocodile
It was bad it was sad she never got the chance to say goodbye
Bad news I played the blues all night long
When my Baby lets her hair down I can't sing blues no more
My Baby's hot and that is not what the blues was created for
So it's off with the frown on with the lace
A real short skirt you wanna see my face
When Baby lets her hair down I can't sing blues no more
Bought a dream home in the country was the envy of all my friends
Had a drink had another got a little bit careless with a cigarette
With tears in my booze I played them blues ain't never gonna see that house again.
When my Baby lets her hair down I can't sing blues no more
My Baby's hot and that is not what the blues was created for
So it's off with the frown on with the lace
A real short skirt you wanna see my face
When Baby lets her hair down I can't sing blues no more
Chris McParland - When My Baby Lets Her Hair Down Lyrics
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When my Baby lets her hair down I can't sing blues no more
My Baby's hot and that is not what the blues was created for
So it's off with the frown on with the lace
A real short skirt you wanna see my face
When Baby lets her hair down I can't sing blues no more
The blues was created a long long time ago
So a man or a woman down on their luck could get it all out let the whole world know
Songs about cheating and mistreating and love gone wrong
When my Baby lets her hair down I can't sing blues no more
My Baby's hot and that is not what the blues was created for
So it's off with the frown on with the lace
A real short skirt you wanna see my face
When Baby lets her hair down I can't sing blues no more
When my granny she died she was eaten by a mean old crocodile
It was bad it was sad she never got the chance to say goodbye
Bad news I played the blues all night long
When my Baby lets her hair down I can't sing blues no more
My Baby's hot and that is not what the blues was created for
So it's off with the frown on with the lace
A real short skirt you wanna see my face
When Baby lets her hair down I can't sing blues no more
Bought a dream home in the country was the envy of all my friends
Had a drink had another got a little bit careless with a cigarette
With tears in my booze I played them blues ain't never gonna see that house again.
When my Baby lets her hair down I can't sing blues no more
My Baby's hot and that is not what the blues was created for
So it's off with the frown on with the lace
A real short skirt you wanna see my face
When Baby lets her hair down I can't sing blues no more
My Baby's hot and that is not what the blues was created for
So it's off with the frown on with the lace
A real short skirt you wanna see my face
When Baby lets her hair down I can't sing blues no more
The blues was created a long long time ago
So a man or a woman down on their luck could get it all out let the whole world know
Songs about cheating and mistreating and love gone wrong
When my Baby lets her hair down I can't sing blues no more
My Baby's hot and that is not what the blues was created for
So it's off with the frown on with the lace
A real short skirt you wanna see my face
When Baby lets her hair down I can't sing blues no more
When my granny she died she was eaten by a mean old crocodile
It was bad it was sad she never got the chance to say goodbye
Bad news I played the blues all night long
When my Baby lets her hair down I can't sing blues no more
My Baby's hot and that is not what the blues was created for
So it's off with the frown on with the lace
A real short skirt you wanna see my face
When Baby lets her hair down I can't sing blues no more
Bought a dream home in the country was the envy of all my friends
Had a drink had another got a little bit careless with a cigarette
With tears in my booze I played them blues ain't never gonna see that house again.
When my Baby lets her hair down I can't sing blues no more
My Baby's hot and that is not what the blues was created for
So it's off with the frown on with the lace
A real short skirt you wanna see my face
When Baby lets her hair down I can't sing blues no more
Writer: Chris McParland
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