I've traveled through this
country,
been in every town.
I looked through love's catalog
until I finally found a girl with a sturdy eye,
the kind that really talks.
I haven't time to make a rhyme
of the rhythm that's in my baby's woe.
I've been from California
back through Tennessee
I've searched all nooks and corners
you suit me to a tee
the way you carry your little head
the little slang you talk
I haven't time to make a rhyme
of the rhythm that's in my baby's wall
a twinkle in your pretty eye
fills me through and through
I had to take a second look
to see if it was true
my ro man days are over
no i'll settle down
in some secluded rendezvous
away out way from town
the love light tells the answer
her eyes begin to talk
I haven't time to make a rhyme
of the rhythm that's in my
baby's womb.
I've been from California
back through Tennessee.
I've searched all nooks and corners,
you suit me to a tee.
The way you carry your little head,
the little slang you talk.
I haven't time to make a rhyme
of the rhythm that's in my baby's walk.
The twinkle in your pretty eye
thrills me through and through.
I had to take a second look
to see if it was true.
My roaming days are over,
though I'll settle down
In some secluded rendezvous,
way out, way from town
The love light tells the answer,
her eyes begin to talk
I haven't time to make a rhyme
of the rhythm that's in my baby's walk