| Another sunrise in an empty bed, tracin' these lines where she laid her head,
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| I’m a mess, my baby’s gone.
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| Grab a dirty shirt with a hole and a stain, never woulda let me leave the house
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| this way, but today, my baby’s gone.
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| Yeah she’s gone, yeah she’s gone, my baby’s gone.
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| Yeah she’s gone, yeah she’s gone, my baby’s gone.
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| I fix a cup of coffee, light a cigarette, wish I heard her whisperin'
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| underneath her breath, baby don’t, but my baby’s gone.
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| Go to turn the key but the engine won’t turn, always told me baby,
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| when you ever gonna learn, that truck, it’s a piece of junk.
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| Yeah she’s gone, yeah she’s gone, my baby’s gone.
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| Yeah she’s gone, yeah she’s gone, my baby’s gone.
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| I have spent a lifetime, making memories now, I can’t forget.
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| But life is sweeter, with her memory, than any life, without her in it.
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| 30 minutes late, but I punch that clock, hammer and a nail till they tell me to
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| stop’s what I do, while I think of you.
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| Boss man yellin' something in my ear, funny how the only thing I can hear is
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| her voice, I miss her sweet voice.
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| Yeah she’s gone, yeah she’s gone, my baby’s gone.
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| Yeah she’s gone, yeah she’s gone, my baby’s gone.
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| Red sun settin' through the dark green pines, tracin' these shadows on these
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| same white lines, as I turn, the radio up.
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| Every single song that it wants to play, never knew Skynard’d make you hurt
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| this way, in a song, with Tuesday’s Gone.
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| Yeah she’s gone, yeah she’s gone, my baby’s gone.
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| Yeah she’s gone, yeah she’s gone, my baby’s gone.
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| Another hard day finally comes to an end, layin' here tracin' these lines again,
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| you’re gone, yeah my baby’s gone.
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| Alright now.
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| Oh, oh, my baby’s gone. |
| (yeah she’s gone, yeah she’s gone, yeah she’s gone)
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| Oh, oh, my baby’s gone. |
| (yeah she’s gone, yeah she’s gone, yeah she’s gone)
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| Oh, oh, my baby’s gone. |
| (yeah she’s gone, yeah she’s gone, yeah she’s gone)
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| Oh, oh, my baby’s gone. |