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Cowboys and Daddys/Me and McDill (Bobby Bare) · Walk Idiot Walk [Enhanced] (The Hives) · Son of Walk That Walk (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Walk That Walk, Talk That Talk (The Fabulous Thunderbirds) · Walk How We Walk (Big Inf) · Powerful Stuff/Walk That Walk, Talk That Talk (The Fabulous Thunderbirds) · Walk Don't Run/Walk, Don't Run, Vol. 2 (The Ventures) · Walk That Walk (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Powerful Stuff/Walk That Walk, Talk That Talk (The Fabulous Thunderbirds) · Walk the Walk...Talk the Talk (HeadCat) – and 90 other albums »


You're a 1000 miles away
But I still have you're love to remember you by
Oh my darling
Dry you're eyes

Daddy's coming home soon
It may be
Your a thousand miles away
But I still have your love 
To remember you by
Oh, my darling, dry your eyes
Daddy's coming home soon

It may be
To tired to walk it was a long way from home,
The moon froze the night
To tired to walk it was a long way from home,
The moon froze the night
You're a thousand miles away-ay
But I still have your love to remember you by
Oh, my darling, dry your eyes
Daddy's coming home soon

On my
You can have me
But I'll defend my child
By spring that child will die

Oh deli owowow 
Woo

Moon, moon, moon

I'm just so warm, Jennifer
You're a thousand miles away-ay
Bu-you-t I still have your love to remember you by
Oh, my dar-are-are-arling, dry your eyes
Daddy's coming home soon
the silvery moon and get back home all right
But it ain't safe to walk the streets of your home town at night
And I'm a Lord man from the Lord land
But
Hush a bye my baby slumber time is coming soon
Rest your head on mommie's breast while daddy hums a tune
Are the old folks were humming the banjos
You can have me
But I'll defend my child
By spring that child will die

Oh deli owowow 
Woo

Moon, moon, moon

I'm just so warm, Jennifer
A letter was written by a little girl?s hand, it was sealed with her little heart?s love
Said air mail to heaven to daddy, to your new home
Daylight coming much to soon
Up all night with the moon in my eyes
Shining down on my dreams
Nothing's really ever what it seems
Thoughts are
You're a thousand miles away-ay
Bu-you-t I still have your love to remember you by
Oh, my dar-are-are-arling, dry your eyes
Daddy's coming home
You're a thousand miles away-ay
Bu-you-t I still have your love to remember you by
Oh, my dar-are-are-arling, dry your eyes
Daddy's coming home
When youget this letter dearest darling
I' ll be on the train heading home
My thoughts are only of you, love
While these many moons I've roamed
coming home

Come to my window, oh-ho
Crawl inside, wait by the light of the moon
Come to my window
I'll be home soon
I'll be home, I'll be home
Walk in the park, and it's getting dark, and I don't want to be alone
Miss my mummy, and I miss my daddy; won't you please bring them back home
the light of the moon
Come to my window, I'll be home soon
I'll be home, I'll be home
I am coming home

Come to my window, oh-ho
Crawl inside, wait by
the children singing
My Daddy's coming home

Going down to old Woodstock
Feel the cool night breeze
Going down to old Woodstock
Going down to give my baby
you've been

And everywhere you walk
Every song you sing
Every time you wake
It haunts you once again

My daddy ain't coming home
Daddy ain't coming home
'Cause he knows the jokes that always make her laugh
He takes her for ice cream instead of her nap
At the end of the day by the light of the moon
They
could just taste your breath once again

Honey I saw your daddy
Lying by the roadside
His feet sticking out of a sack
Honey they'll be calling
Vancouver
Vancouver, I'm coming home

Now, there was a pretty girl I knew before I left Vancouver
And we walked hand in hand by English Bay
And she told
Missouri and I'm never coming home

And I'm lost
And I'm lost
I'm lost at the bottom of the world
I'm handcuffed to the Bishop and the barbershop liar
As I walk down the road
I sit up some
The lambs were coming homeward one by one
I heard a sheepbell softly calling them
Along the little road
I go to see my little girl each Sunday afternoon
And how I dread the words I know she'll say
She'll ask me when I'm coming home I'll answer pretty