Oh We had a quarrel We had a fight Looking funny You and I We were running round the house shouting murder. Believe it when I say Don't you ever get in the way If you do there'll be no head on your shoulders. Where's she gone Boy? Babe's in the wood. Won't she love me good. She took away my Cadillac With all my money in the back. Babe's in the wood Babe's in the wood. Oh Won't she love me good. She took away my Cadillac With all my money in the back. Babe's in the wood. I got the Sheriff on the cage A missing person A pretty face You gotta find her bring her back home to me. From the mountain above the bridge You see the forest below the ridge. Get searching don't you stop find my Baby. Where's she gone Kid? Babe's in the wood. . . . I hope there are no Indians Looking for a squaw. Mohicans and stocking tops Won't mix too well for sure. I think. Well I'm looking on my own. I find my Baby building a home. She said I'm sorry what I've done please believe me. Now we live in harmony I love my sugar She loves me Keep her busy day and night Treat her right. What you making Boy? Babe's in the wood. Won't she love me good. She took away my Cadillac And sold it for a little shack. Babe's in the wood Babe's in the wood. She took away my Cadillac And sold it for a little shack. Babe's in the wood. She took away my Cadillac And sold it for a little shack. . . . Babe's in the wood.