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