(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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