Ain't No Way of Knowing Songtext
von The Infamous Stringdusters
Ain't No Way of Knowing Songtext
There ain′t no way of knowing which way the wind is blowing
There ain't no way of knowing why my baby′s done up and gone
There ain't no way of knowing, I keep
Looking for the headlights showing
There ain't no way of knowing if my baby′s coming home
I telephoned my baby, praying he′ll get through
She won't tell me anything and all her friends won′t too
There ain't no way of knowing which way the wind is blowing
There ain′t no way of knowing why my baby's done up and gone
There ain′t no way of knowing, I keep
Looking for the headlights showing
There ain't no way of knowing if my baby's coming home
I′m standing out here in the yard, howling like ol′ Blue
Can't you hear him barking? He′s awful lonesome too
There ain't no way of knowing which way the wind is blowing
There ain′t no way of knowing why my baby's done up and gone
There ain′t no way of knowing, I keep
Looking for the headlights showing
There ain't no way of knowing if my baby's coming home
I ain′t no private eye but I have picked up on some clues
I got a hunch he′s somewhere kicking off her brand new walking shoes
There ain't no way of knowing which way the wind is blowing
There ain′t no way of knowing why my baby's done up and gone
There ain′t no way of knowing, I keep
Looking for the headlights showing
There ain't no way of knowing if my baby′s coming home
There ain't no way of knowing why my baby′s done up and gone
There ain't no way of knowing, I keep
Looking for the headlights showing
There ain't no way of knowing if my baby′s coming home
I telephoned my baby, praying he′ll get through
She won't tell me anything and all her friends won′t too
There ain't no way of knowing which way the wind is blowing
There ain′t no way of knowing why my baby's done up and gone
There ain′t no way of knowing, I keep
Looking for the headlights showing
There ain't no way of knowing if my baby's coming home
I′m standing out here in the yard, howling like ol′ Blue
Can't you hear him barking? He′s awful lonesome too
There ain't no way of knowing which way the wind is blowing
There ain′t no way of knowing why my baby's done up and gone
There ain′t no way of knowing, I keep
Looking for the headlights showing
There ain't no way of knowing if my baby's coming home
I ain′t no private eye but I have picked up on some clues
I got a hunch he′s somewhere kicking off her brand new walking shoes
There ain't no way of knowing which way the wind is blowing
There ain′t no way of knowing why my baby's done up and gone
There ain′t no way of knowing, I keep
Looking for the headlights showing
There ain't no way of knowing if my baby′s coming home
Writer(s): Shawn Camp, Phillip M. Lammonds, Paul Craft Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com