Baby’s in Red
Words and music by Joe Dickinson
Well my baby has a fortune
But she won’t share it with me
I’ve been climbing on her window
I’ve been sitting in her seat
Well that fortune telling lady
She is dead
And I’m all dressed in white but……
My baby’s in red
Well my soul is on vacation
And my honor it is lost
And she’s coming up with reasons
That I never would have thought
Well that guilty media
Is in my head
And I’m all dressed in white but……
My baby’s in red
I’ve been waiting in your footsteps
I’ve been down upon my knees
I’ve been watching from the mountains
I’ve been climbing up on trees
Well the dreams of my past
They are dead
And I’m all dressed in white but……
My baby’s in red
Copyright 2003 Joe Dickinson