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