Written By: Shawn Camp
Appears on: We'll Do It Live
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There ain’t no way of knowing, which way the wind is blowing
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There ain’t no way of knowing, why my baby’s done up and gone
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Said there ain’t no way of knowing, I keep lookin' for the headlights a-showin
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There ain’t no way of knowing, if my baby’s gonna come back home.
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I telephoned my baby, plain hell gettin through
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She won’t tell me anything, and all her friends won’t too
There ain’t no way of knowing, which way the wind is blowing
There ain’t no way of knowing, why my baby’s done up and gone
Said there ain’t no way of knowing, which way the wind is blowing
There ain’t no way of knowing, if my baby’s gonna come back home.
I’m standing out here in the yard, howling like Old Blue
Can’t you hear him barking, he’s awful lonesome too
I ain’t no private eye but I have picked up on some clues
I got a hunch she’s somewhere kick off her brand new walkin shoes
Transcribed by: Dan W.
