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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roy Wood
Roy Wood
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roy Wood
Roy Wood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Roy Wood
Roy Wood
Producer
Peter Mew
Peter Mew
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Well, I'm sittin' in the back porch
On the north-west side of town
Picturing last night way up in the city
Where they shot my baby down
She could be dyin', oh, oh, no
Well, it can't much matter to you
I found her lyin', yeah, yeah, yeah
Near the ball park down at school
The sheriff came on to question my brother
I could have dropped down through the floor
Before I could turn round, he was runnin' for cover
Like a billy goat through the door
She could be dyin', oh, oh, no
Well, it can't much matter to you
I found her lyin', yeah, yeah, yeah
Near the ball park down at school
Hold on, baby, I need you, honey
Won't you bring yourself around
You've gotta help me, help me, mama
I'm gonna rip this crazy town
She could be dyin', oh, oh, no
Well, it can't much matter to you
I found her lyin', yeah, yeah, yeah
Near the ball park down at school
The sheriff came on to question my brother
I could have dropped down through the floor
Before I could turn round, he was runnin' for cover
Like a billy goat through the door
She could be dyin', oh, oh, no
Well, it can't much matter to you
I found her lyin', yeah, yeah, yeah
Near the ball park down at school
Well, I'm sittin' in the back porch
On the north-west side of town
Picturing last night way up in the city
Where they shot my baby down
She could be dyin', oh, oh, no
Well, it can't much matter to you
I found her lyin', yeah, yeah, yeah
Near the ball park down at school
Written by: Roy Wood
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