Listen to Baby It's Cold Outside (feat. Norah Jones) by Willie Nelson

Baby It's Cold Outside (feat. Norah Jones)

Willie Nelson

Singer/Songwriter

Music Video

Norah Jones - Baby It's Cold Outside - Willie Nelson
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Willie Nelson
Willie Nelson
Vocals
Robert Hurst
Robert Hurst
Bass
Norah Jones
Norah Jones
Vocals
Anthony Wilson
Anthony Wilson
Guitar
Jeff Hamilton
Jeff Hamilton
Drums
Mickey Raphael
Mickey Raphael
Harmonica
Johnny Mandel
Johnny Mandel
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Loesser
Frank Loesser
Songwriter
Johnny Mandel
Johnny Mandel
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tommy LiPuma
Tommy LiPuma
Producer
Al Schmitt
Al Schmitt
Mixing Engineer
Steve Genewick
Steve Genewick
Assistant Engineer
Derik Lee
Derik Lee
Editing Engineer
Heidi Martin
Heidi Martin
Assistant Recording Engineer
Aaron Walk
Aaron Walk
Assistant Engineer
Doug Sax
Doug Sax
Mastering Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I really can't stay Baby, it's cold outside I've got to go away But baby, it's cold outside This evening has been Been hoping that you'd drop in So very nice I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice My mother will start to worry Beautiful, what's your hurry? My father will be pacing the floor Listen to that fireplace roar So really I'd better scurry Beautiful, please don't hurry Well, maybe just a half a drink more Put some records on while I pour Neighbors might think Baby, it's bad out there Say what's in this drink? No cabs to be had out there I wish I knew how Your eyes are like starlight now To break this spell I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell I ought to say no, no, no, sir Mind if I move in closer At least I'm gonna say that I tried What's the sense in hurting my pride? I really can't stay Baby, don't hold out Baby, it's cold outside I simply must go Baby, it's cold outside Oh, the answer is no Baby, it's cold outside Your welcome has been How lucky that you dropped in So nice and warm Look out the window at that storm My sister will be suspicious Gosh, your lips look delicious My brother will be there at the door Waves upon a tropical shore My maiden aunt's mind is so vicious Your lips are delicious Well, maybe just a cigarette more Never such a blizzard before I've got to go home Maybe you'll freeze out there Say lend me your coat It's up to your knees out there You've really been grand I thrill when you touch my hand But don't you see? How can you do this thing to me? There's bound to be talk tomorrow Think of my life long sorrow At least there will be plenty implied If you caught pneumonia and died I really can't stay Get over that old doubt Baby, it's cold outside
Writer(s): Frank Loesser Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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