I can call her on the phone
and she’s out there on her own
but I can’t think of the right words to say. There’s no woman anywhere
next to her could compare
and I never will believe she slipped away.
She slipped away, O lord lord lord
I never will believe she slipped away.
She’ll meet another
and I know how hard he’ll fall.
He’s already someone I can’t stand.
How could he ever know?
Before we was even grown
she put my love right in my hand.
Right in my hand, O lord lord lord —
she put my love right in my hand.
Some days I wish her well.
Some nights I pray to tell
the Lord the sweet words to bring her home.
If at last she does refuse,
we’ll both have a good excuse,
me for drinkin’, her for bein’ on her own.
On her own, O lord lord lord-
me for drinkin’, her for bein’ on her own.