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  1. Britta Babe

From the album Audiovisual

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Lyrics

If you clap your hands and stamp your feet
I’ll take you on down to 16th street
There’s a girl that I’d like to meet
My baby she’s so good to me

I’m gonna get you Britta Babe

I’m just a poor boy singing my song
Singing and playing all night long
Staying out late ‘til the break of dawn
My baby says I’m a long time gone

I’m gonna get you Britta Babe

Well, I’m just one of those ramblin’ men
Ramblin’ since I don’t know when
Here I come and I’m a gone again
Baby says that I got no end

I’m gonna get you Britta Babe

I’ll give you my money I’ll give you my car
I’ll sing you a song on my old guitar
Stick with me and we gonna go far
My baby says I’m a shooting star

I’m gonna get you Britta Babe