Rita Mae Young

Good morning Rita, don't you miss your wine
 Don't you miss your body being next to mine?
 I've got a hollow heart, and I'm feeling wrong
 I've got a dollar in my pocket for a midnight song
 When your lover is gone and the music's over
 Oh no, don't want to be alone anymore
 When your lover's gone you can't rest at night
 Threading through the crowd in the low tavern light
 Yes she's gone, yes she's gone
 My Rita was the light in my bright shiny morning
 Yes she's gone, yes 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've stayed on my mind
 I've 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, it's clouding your eyes
 It might be the bourbon or the lies that you hide
 When the evening's done and the night is warm
 That soft southern air and the jukebox moaning
 Yes she's gone, yes she's gone
 My Rita was a light in my bright shiny morning
 Yes she's gone, yes she's gone
 My Rita Mae Young
 My blue eyed one
 My blue eyed one
 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
 Yes she's gone, yes she's gone
 My Rita was a light in my bright shiny morning
 Yes she's gone, yes she's gone
 My Rita Mae Young
 Yes she's gone, yes she's gone
 My Rita was a light in my bright shiny morning
 Yes she's gone, yes she's gone
 My Rita Mae Young
 Yes she's gone, yes she's gone
 My Rita was a light in my bright shiny morning
 Yes she's gone, yes she's gone
 My Rita Mae Young