(D)Ba by, ev ’ry thing is all right, (D)up tight, out of sight.

(D)Ba by, ev ’ry thing is all right, (D)up tight, out of sight.

I’m a (D)poor man’s son from a cross the rail road tracks.

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The (D)on ly shirt I own is hang (C)av in’ on my back.

But I’m (D)foot the en vy of ev ’ry (C)sin gle guy since I’m (D)ty the ap ple of I’m my (C)poor girl’s eye.

When we (D)go out step ping on the town.

(C)mon for a while, but my (C)mon ey’s low and my er make suit’s ba out of style.

But it’s (D)all right if my clothes aren’t new, out of sight be cause my (C)heart is true.

She says, (D)“Ba by, ev ’ry thing is all right, (D)up tight, out (C)out of sight.”

(D)Ba by, ev ’ry thing is all right, (D)up tight, clean out of sight.

She’s a (D)pearl of a girl, I guess that’s (C)what you might say.

I (D)guess her folks brought her up that way.

The right (D)side of the tracks, she was (C)born and raised in a (D)great big old house full of (C)but lers and maids.

She says (D)Ba by, ev ’ry thing is all right, (D)up tight, way out of sight.

(D)Ba by, ev ’ry thing is all right, (D)up tight, way out of sight.