by McKinley Morganfield
When the sun rose this morning, I didn`t have my baby by my side.
When the sun rose this morning, I didn`t have my baby by my side.
I don`t know where she was, I know she`s out with some another guy.
Don`t the sun look lonesome shading down behind the trees?
Don`t the sun look lonesome shading down behind the trees?
But don`t your house look lonesome when your baby`s packed to leave.
Blow wind, blow wind, blow my baby back to me.
Blow wind, blow wind, blow my baby back to me.
Well you know if I don`t soon find them, I will be in misery.
Goodbye baby, that is all I have left to say.
Goodbye baby, that is all I have left to say.
But you have lost your good thing, go ahead and have your own way.