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?

'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, 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

'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, woo, yeah, yeah
Thank you, hall-of-famer
Right back at ya
Hit me

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Carl Perkins, Debra Swift, Randy Moore