| D | G | D | |
| I heard the front door | closing s | oftly |
| A | D | |
| As i wakened | from my sl | eep |
| G | D | |
| With the last touch | of her l | ips, Lord |
| A | D | |
| Like a whisper | on my ch | eek |
| Chorus: |
| D | G | D | |
| And i c | ursed the sun for r | isin' |
| A | |
| 'Cause the worst, Lord, was yet to c | ome |
| D | G | D | |
| 'Cause this m | orning | ,she's just l | eavin' me |
| A | D | |
| But come sundown | ,she'll be g | one. |
| Verse 3: |
| D | G | D | |
| See the lipstick | on the p | illow |
| A | D | |
| That i placed | beneath her h | ead |
| G | D | |
| And the soft sheets | still feel w | arm, Lord |
| A | D | |
| Where she lay | upon my b | ed |
| Chorus bis: |
| D | G | D | |
| And it h | urts to know it's | over |
| A | |
| 'Cause the hurt, Lord, has just beg | un |
| D | G | D | |
| 'Cause this m | orning | ,she's just l | eavin' me |
| A | D | |
| But come sundown | ,she'll be g | one |
| Thanks to David M. Potter (dmp12@cornell.edu) for the lyrics. |
| Perret Charles-Amir : perret@math.univ-mlv.fr |
| http://soleil.univ-mlv.fr/~perret/waylon.html |