Kate Reid - My Baby's In the Beer Tent Again Lyrics
It's just me and my guitar on the roadAnd sometimes my baby takes off work to join meIt's hotel rooms and late night shows, dirty bars and festivalsAnd there's one thing you show know about my babyShe's so dedicated to me that it's crazyShe carries my guitar, she drives me near and farShe's always there for me, my baby's so damn good to meAnd when we walk together through these festival gatesThe grounds lay out before us, my adoring fans they are awaitingThere's vendors of handmade clothes, energy shakes and soap makersMusic for all ages and the excitement is contagiousSo I turn to share my feelings with my babyBut suddenly, she is nowhere to be seenIt seems she has all but disappeared and my worst fear is realizedWhen I finally discover she is otherwise occupiedChorus:My baby's in the beer tent againShe appears to be befriending the cute volunteer bar tendersShe's boozing with the locals, she's schmoozing folks and smokingMy baby's in the beer tent again.My baby, she's as loyal as they getShe's as solid as an S10 Chevy pick-up truck in redAnd I know she'll never leave my sideIt seems her eyes were made with me in mindAnd for my baby, it's all about the musicAnd she loves nothing better than to dance a little two-step now and thenShe digs bluegrass, folk and country and old-timeyAnd as for my tunes, well, she's a hundred percent behind meBut when we're at these festivals my baby starts to changeShe starts frothing at the mouth, she's got her sights set somewhere elseCuz when it comes to beer, I seem to disappearShe drops all my stuff and then she's off and runningChorus:My baby's in the beer tent againShe's chatting up the ladies, she's arm wrestling all the menShe's chugging with the rednecks, she's spending my whole paycheckMy baby's in the beer tent again.My baby's rather quiet and introvertedShe doesn't tend to be much of a flirterBut when she gets a can of liquid courage in her handShe turns into a instant, bona fide ladies' manAnd she loves party with our people and wave that rainbow flagShe'll be singing “We are Family” with the old school fags and drag queensShe's guzzling with the gays, she's downing drinks with all the dykesShe won't ever lay and die, I know my baby will surviveChorus:My baby's in the beer tent againShe's even louder and she's prouder when her pride's a little pie-eyedShe's buying beers for all the queers, she's on a gender-benderMy baby's in the beer tent again.She's dressed to kill her crocs, cut-offs and plaid shirtMy baby's a plate of fashion and she's looking hot for certainAnd she swears up and down that she ain't the earth mama typeShe firmly states that she ain't no granola dyke stereotypeBut when my baby's starts swilling hops with the hippiesShe's talking 1960's folk songs and rolling herbal ciggiesShe's spouts off about compost, organic gardening and tofuShe's toking with her psychedelic sisters, she's even playing ***** TwisterChorus:My baby's in the beer tent againShe's tripping with the hippies, her “peace, man” never endsShe gets all flower power when she gets a few drinks down herMy baby's in the beer tent again.My baby's in the beer tent againShe's in all her splendor, she's a repeat offenderShe's dancing on the table-tops, she shows no sign of stoppingMy baby's in the beer tent again.