(by McKinley Morganfield) When the sun rose this morningI didn t have my baby by my side. When the sun rose this morningI didn t have my baby by my side. I don t know where she wasI know she s out with some another guy. Don t the sun look lonesome shading down behind the trees? Don t the sun look lonesome shading down behind the trees? But don t your house look lonesome when your baby s packed to leave. Blow windblow windblow my baby back to me. Blow windblow windblow my baby back to me. Well you know if I don t soon find themI will be in misery. Goodbye babythat is all I have left to say. Goodbye babythat is all I have left to say. But you have lost your good thinggo ahead and have your own way. |
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