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Kip Moore

My Baby's Gone (Live)

 

My Baby's Gone (Live)

(album: Underground - 2016)


Another sunrise in an empty bed, tracing these lines where she laid her head, I'm a mess, my baby's gone.
Grab a dirty shirt with a hole and a stain, never woulda let me leave the house this way, but today, my baby's gone.

Yeah she's gone, yeah she's gone, my baby's gone.
Yeah she's gone, yeah she's gone, my baby's gone.

I fix a cup of coffee, light a cigarette, wish I heard her whispering underneath her breath, baby don't, but my baby's gone.
Go to turn the key but the engine won't turn, always told me baby, when you ever gonna learn, that truck, it's a piece of junk.

Yeah she's gone, yeah she's gone, my baby's gone.
Yeah she's gone, yeah she's gone, my baby's gone.

I have spent a lifetime, making memories now, I can't forget.
But life is sweeter, with her memory, than any life, without her in it.

30 minutes late, but I punch that clock, hammer and a nail till they tell me to stop's what I do, while I think of you.
Boss man yelling something in my ear, funny how the only thing I can hear is her voice, I miss her sweet voice.

Yeah she's gone, yeah she's gone, my baby's gone.
Yeah she's gone, yeah she's gone, my baby's gone.

Red sun setting through the dark green pines, tracing these shadows on these same white lines, as I turn, the radio up.
Every single song that it wants to play, never knew Skynard'd make you hurt this way, in a song, with Tuesday's Gone.

Yeah she's gone, yeah she's gone, my baby's gone.
Yeah she's gone, yeah she's gone, my baby's gone.

Another hard day finally comes to an end, laying here tracing these lines again, you're gone, yeah my baby's gone.

Alright now.

Oh, oh, my baby's gone. (yeah she's gone, yeah she's gone, yeah she's gone)
Oh, oh, my baby's gone. (yeah she's gone, yeah she's gone, yeah she's gone)
Oh, oh, my baby's gone. (yeah she's gone, yeah she's gone, yeah she's gone)
Oh, oh, my baby's gone.

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