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Kate Reid
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My Baby's In the Beer Tent Again
It's a musician's life for me, don't you know It's just me and my guitar on the road And sometimes my baby takes off work to join me It's hotel rooms and late night shows, dirty bars and festivals
And there's one thing you show know about my baby She's so dedicated to me that it's crazy She carries my guitar, she drives me near and far She's always there for me, my baby's so damn good to me
And when we walk together through these festival gates The grounds lay out before us, my adoring fans they are awaiting There's vendors of handmade clothes, energy shakes and soap makers Music for all ages and the excitement is contagious
So I turn to share my feelings with my baby But suddenly, she is nowhere to be seen It seems she has all but disappeared and my worst fear is realized When I finally discover she is otherwise occupied
Chorus: My baby's in the beer tent again She appears to be befriending the cute volunteer bar tenders She's boozing with the locals, she's schmoozing folks and smoking My baby's in the beer tent again.
My baby, she's as loyal as they get She's as solid as an S10 Chevy pick-up truck in red And I know she'll never leave my side It seems her eyes were made with me in mind
And for my baby, it's all about the music And she loves nothing better than to dance a little two-step now and then She digs bluegrass, folk and country and old-timey And as for my tunes, well, she's a hundred percent behind me
But when we're at these festivals my baby starts to change She starts frothing at the mouth, she's got her sights set somewhere else Cuz when it comes to beer, I seem to disappear She drops all my stuff and then she's off and running
Chorus: My baby's in the beer tent again Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com She's chatting up the ladies, she's arm wrestling all the men She's chugging with the rednecks, she's spending my whole paycheck My baby's in the beer tent again.
My baby's rather quiet and introverted She doesn't tend to be much of a flirter But when she gets a can of liquid courage in her hand She turns into a instant, bona fide ladies' man
And she loves party with our people and wave that rainbow flag She'll be singing “We are Family” with the old school fags and drag queens She's guzzling with the gays, she's downing drinks with all the dykes She won't ever lay and die, I know my baby will survive
Chorus: My baby's in the beer tent again She's even louder and she's prouder when her pride's a little pie-eyed She's buying beers for all the queers, she's on a gender-bender My baby's in the beer tent again.
She's dressed to kill her crocs, cut-offs and plaid shirt My baby's a plate of fashion and she's looking hot for certain And she swears up and down that she ain't the earth mama type She firmly states that she ain't no granola dyke stereotype
But when my baby's starts swilling hops with the hippies She's talking 1960's folk songs and rolling herbal ciggies She's spouts off about compost, organic gardening and tofu She's toking with her psychedelic sisters, she's even playing naked Twister
Chorus: My baby's in the beer tent again She's tripping with the hippies, her “peace, man” never ends She gets all flower power when she gets a few drinks down her My baby's in the beer tent again.
My baby's in the beer tent again She's in all her splendor, she's a repeat offender She's dancing on the table-tops, she shows no sign of stopping My baby's in the beer tent again.
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