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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rod Stewart
Rod Stewart
Vocals
Jools Holland
Jools Holland
Piano
Phil Veacock
Phil Veacock
Saxophone
Amanda Miller
Amanda Miller
Background Vocals
Gemma Mewse
Gemma Mewse
Background Vocals
Holly Brewer
Holly Brewer
Background Vocals
Nick Lunt
Nick Lunt
Baritone Saxophone
Dave Swift
Dave Swift
Bass
Gilson Lavis
Gilson Lavis
Drums
Mark Flanagan
Mark Flanagan
Guitar
Christopher Holland
Christopher Holland
Organ
Karl Vanden Bossche
Karl Vanden Bossche
Percussion
Anna Brooks
Anna Brooks
Saxophone
Derek Nash
Derek Nash
Saxophone
Michael Rose
Michael Rose
Saxophone
Courtney Brown
Courtney Brown
Trombone
Fayyaz Virji
Fayyaz Virji
Trombone
Roger Goslyn
Roger Goslyn
Trombone
Winston Rollins
Winston Rollins
Trombone
Enrico Tomasso
Enrico Tomasso
Trumpet
Jason McDermid
Jason McDermid
Trumpet
Jonathan Scott
Jonathan Scott
Trumpet
Nathan Bray
Nathan Bray
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fred E. Ahlert
Fred E. Ahlert
Composer
Roy Turk
Roy Turk
Lyrics
Phil Veacock
Phil Veacock
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Timson
Harry Timson
Engineer
Nitin Sawhney
Nitin Sawhney
Producer
Alex Wharton
Alex Wharton
Mastering Engineer
George Latham
George Latham
Assistant Engineer
James Stewart
James Stewart
Assistant Engineer
Kevin Savigar
Kevin Savigar
Mixing Engineer
Michael Boddy
Michael Boddy
Mixing Engineer
Patrick Logue
Patrick Logue
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Gee, but it's great after bein' out late
Walkin' my baby back home
Arm in arm, over meadow and farm
Walkin' my baby back home
We go along harmonizing a song
Oh, I'm recitin' a poem
Owls go by and they give me the eye
Walkin' my baby back home
We stop for a while, she gives me a smile
And snuggles her head to my chest
We start to pet and that's when I get
Her talcum powder all over my vest
After I kinda straighten my tie
She has to borrow my comb
Oh, one kiss and then I continue again
Walkin' my baby back home
Oh-oh-oh, yeah
Come on, Jools, baby
Play it
She's afraid of the dark, so I have to park
Outside of her house 'til it's light
She says if I try to kiss her, she'll cry
I dry her tears off through the night
Hand in hand to a barbecue stand
Right from her doorway we roam
Eats and then it's a pleasure again
Walkin' my baby back home
Talkin' my baby back home
I'm lovin' my baby, walkin' my baby back home
I'll just be walkin' my baby back home
Written by: Fred E. Ahlert, Roy Turk
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