Lyrics Fred Eaglesmith

Fred Eaglesmith

Big Hair

Well, there's something about my baby

I'm not really sure

But it makes other people

Stop and look at her

It's not the way she walks

It's not the clothes she wears

My baby's got big hair

She says it's her religion

When I asked her what that was

She says the higher the hair

The closer to God

Well, I guess there'll always be some things

We ain't gonna share

My baby's got big hair

The other day she's running up on Miller Ridge

She didn't check the sign

She got stuck beneath the bridge

It took the cops an hour

To get her out of there

My baby's got big hair

Well, when I take her picture

Just to get her in

I turn the camera sideways

Use a wild angle lens

It makes people laugh

But she don't seem to care

My baby's got big hair

My baby's got big hair

My baby's got big hair