Rita Mae Young - The Record Company

Good morning, Rita, don’t you miss your wine?

Don’t you miss your body being next to mine?

Got a hollow heart and I’m feeling wrong

Got a dollar in my pocket for a midnight song

When your lover’s gone and the music’s over

Oh no, don’t wanna be alone any more

When your lover’s gone, can’t rest at night

Threading through the crowd in a low-tavern light

Yeah, she’s gone, yeah, she’s gone

My Rita was a light in my bright shining morning

Yeah, she’s gone, yeah, she’s gone

My Rita Mae Young

Good morning, Rita, hope you’re doing right

I couldn’t give you what you wanted, but you stayed on my mind

Got a tired heart, and it’s been too long

Put a dollar in the jukebox for a midnight song

When your lover is gone, there’s cloud in your eyes

It might be the bourbon, all the lies that you hide

When the evenings done, that feels warm

The soft southern air and a jukebox morning

My blue-eyed woman

Oh, she’s gone

My blue-eyed woman

(Long gone, child

Come back, woman

Come back, woman)