Whoah, the girl I love, she got long black wavy hairOh Robert Plant, why must you sing with that sultry voice? And Jimmy, why do your fingers play that guitar's fretboard with such passion? You guys are killing me!
I do declare!
The girl I love, yeah, she got long black wavy hair,
Her Mother and her Father, Lordy,
They sure don't, sure don't allow me there.
Well I, I'm goin' back to my baby, Lord I,
I swear I wouldn't lie, yeah
I never saw that sweet woman yeah in-a
A-five long years gone by, yeah.
Well I'm goin' ho__me, I'm goin' home
'Cause she's a sweet little darlin', ah
I said I been away, ahh-far too long,
I been away too long.
Take it Jimmy!
Well, my baby when...
She shakes just like a willow tree,
Yes she does.
My baby, when she walks, ya know
She shakes like a willow tree, yeah.
Ah-that mean, mistreatin' baby she know she
Hop, hops all over me.