[bad word] Sundown"

I heard the front door closing softly, 
as I wakened from my sleep; 
With the soft touch of her lips, Lord, 
like a whisper on my cheek; 

And I cursed the sun for risin', 
'cause the worst, Lord, was yet [bad word]  
'Cause this morning, she's just leavin', 
 [bad word] sundown, she'll be gone. 

See the lipstick on the pillow 
that I placed beneath her head; 
And the soft sheets still feel warm, Lord, 
where she lay upon my bed; 

And it hurts to know it's over, 
for the hurt, Lord, has just begun. 
'Cause this morning, she's just leavin', 
 [bad word] sundown, she'll be gone.