My Baby

Love's Departure: My Baby's Journey Down a One-Way Track
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Lyrics

3.) My Baby-

Introduction to the song titled "My Baby."

(A little story about love gone wrong. Sometimes it ain't pretty) She walked in the room, clicked off the TV, kicked her feet up on the chair She said, "we're heading in different direction and one of us has gotta get out of here."

Setting the scene where the narrator's partner expresses a need to part ways due to differences. The note about love not always being pretty is mentioned.

I said, 'Hey baby let me make it easy. or maybe baby we could work things out.' She lit up a six and my bags were packed and in two seconds flat, like a Jumpin' Jack Flash, she's gone

Narrator's attempt to salvage the relationship by suggesting an easier resolution, but the partner swiftly leaves, symbolized by a reference to "Jumpin' Jack Flash."

(chorus)

Chorus (repeated lines).

My baby ain't comin' back, no. My baby ain't comin' back uh uh...

Reiteration that the partner won't return.

my baby ain't comin' back. I got a one way ticket on a one way track, ya'll.

Emphasis on the irreversible nature of the departure, with a metaphorical one-way ticket on a one-way track.

My baby, she's a hot tamale, my baby's burning up the road. my baby done flip me the bird.

Description of the partner as a dynamic, passionate person ("hot tamale") who has left abruptly, showing frustration ("flip me the bird").

No matter what you heard, she ain't coming back, no.

Asserting that, despite rumors, the partner won't return.

Nothin' left but a cloud of dust, and tire tracks through the whole front yard.

Describing the aftermath of the departure with imagery of dust and tire tracks in the front yard.

She might think i'm comin' to chase her. but she ain't worth the miles I'd put on my car.

Anticipating the partner's expectation of pursuit but expressing a reluctance to chase after her.

She might be out in Oklahoma, maybe down in Arkansas.

Speculating on the partner's possible whereabouts in Oklahoma, Arkansas, or Ohio.

Maybe up in Ohio. Best she don't know it don't hurt at all, ya'll

Suggesting that the narrator is concealing emotional pain, implying it doesn't hurt.

(chorus)

Chorus (repeated lines).

My baby ain't comin' back, no. My baby ain't comin' back uh uh...

Reiteration that the partner won't return.

my baby ain't comin' back. I got a one way ticket on a one way track, ya'll.

Emphasizing the finality of the departure with the metaphor of a one-way ticket on a one-way track.

My baby, she's a hot tamale, my baby's burning up the road. my baby done flip me the bird.

Reiterating the partner's passionate nature and the abrupt departure, including a disrespectful gesture ("flip me the bird").

No matter what you heard, she ain't coming back, no.

Asserting, once again, that the partner won't return.

(instrumental break)

Instrumental break (no lyrics).

(uh uh. Guess she meant it this time. Wait a minute! I think i hear a car coming up the drive. She done changed her mind. hehehe... Uh oh, No that's the boys screaming' "Pool Hall!" Well, it is Saturday night. I better grab my stick.) You know sometimes things just work out right!

A humorous interjection, thinking the partner might return, but realizing it's just friends calling for a social activity ("Pool Hall") on Saturday night.

(solo)

Solo (musical interlude).

(chorus)

Chorus (repeated lines).

My baby ain't comin' back, no. My baby ain't comin' back uh uh...

Reiteration that the partner won't return.

my baby ain't comin' back. I got a one way ticket on a one way track, ya'll.

Emphasizing the finality of the departure with the metaphor of a one-way ticket on a one-way track.

My baby, she's a hot tamale, my baby's burning up the road. my baby done flip me the bird.

Reiterating the partner's passionate nature and the abrupt departure, including a disrespectful gesture ("flip me the bird").

No matter what you heard, she ain't coming back, no.

Asserting, once again, that the partner won't return.

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