(Shel Silverstein)   Bobby Bare & Jeannie Bare & Bobby Bare, Jr.      I guess you've heard that baby's now a singer   You hear her records on the radio   She wears rhinestone jeans and turquoise on her finger   Oh, but she don't bake no biscuits anymore.      I guess our friends and neighbors think it's funny   To see me hang these diapers every day   But Lord that woman's sendin' home the money   So there ain't too damn much a man can say.      Oh, while she's climbin' the ladder I'm climbin' the wall   A hopin' that she'll reach the top but prayin' that she'd fall   When your love's in showbiz Lord there ain't much love at all   While she's a climbin' the ladder I'm climbin' the wall.      She wears her hair pulled up high like Dolly   And Loretta's exdriver drives her bus   And all the kids and me we only see her on TV   Now watch close kids she's gonna sing one song for us.   There she is, ain't she pretty?      I wanna go home again where the fields are so green   I wanna go home again where the air's fresh and clean   Where all my loved ones wait and there's true lovin' friend   And life is simple sweet so I wanna go home again.      I wanna go home again where the fields are so green   I wanna go home again where the air's fresh and clean   Where all my loved ones wait and there's true lovin' friend   And life is simple sweet so I wanna go home again...