Big Bertha (feat. Vince Gill)

Well, I'm sittin' here wonderin' Where's my long, tall baby now? Yeah, I'm sittin' here wonderin' Where's my long, tall baby now? Hmm 'Cause somebody came and stole her Left me on the bottom side of down I used to take her out on Saturdays And a-swingin' we would go Yeah, I'd take her out on Saturdays And a-swingin' we would go I would do most anything Just to swing that gal once more (Ah, aye, here we go) She always felt like a dream Right here in my hands Any cat who's played around with her understands Why I'm bluer than a hound dog Barkin' up a tree Cryin', "Please, please, please Big Bertha Come on home to me" Well, I hope I never find him The one that took my gal away Yeah, I hope I never find him The dude that took my Callaway Hmm, 'cause if I do, I'm tellin' you You'll have the devil to pay She always felt like a dream Right here in my hands Any cat who's played around with her understands Why I'm bluer than a hound dog Barkin' up a tree Cryin', "Please, please, please Big Bertha Come on home to me" Come on home to me Oh, come on home, baby Well, I know she's just a golf club Lord, she always sets me free (let me say it again) Yeah, I said I know she's just a golf club But she always set me free (Let's wind it up) So if you see my Big Bertha Tell that gal to hit a few for me, yeah Woah! Yeah, yeah! Thank you, hall-of-famer Right back at ya Hit me