Songwriters: HIATT, JOHN

My baby's gone and I don't know why 
She let out this morning 
Like [bad word] shot in a hollow sky 
Left me without warning 
Sooner than the dogs could bark 
And faster than the sun rose 
Down to the banks in an old mule car 
She took a flatboat across the shallow 

 [bad word]  
Left me in my tears to drown 
She left a baby daughter 
Now the water's wide and deep and brown 
She's crossing muddy waters 

Tobacco standing in the fields 
Be [bad word] november 
And a bitter heart will not reveal 
spring that love remembers 
When that sweet brown girl of mine 
Her black eyes are ravens 
We broke the bread and drank the wine 
From a jug that she'd been saving 

 [bad word] 

Baby's crying and the daylight's gone 
That big oak tree is groaning 
 [bad word] of wind and river of song 
I can hear my sweetheart moaning 
Crying for her baby child 
Or crying for her husband 
Crying for that river's wild 
To take her from her loved ones.