Baby's Long Gone

Cajun girl from Beaumont town  

Cooked the Étouffée drink the whiskey down 

She loved to dance to Ms. Barbara Lynn 

Kept a pistol in her purse had a 100 dollar grin 

Well I married her on the courthouse stand  

No wedding ring just a cigar band  

 

She's gone, gone, gone 

Yeah, Jesus called her home 

Fishin' on the bayou bank 

Makin' love on the ground by the wine we drank 

Well I caught her steppin' out a couple of times 

Ain't no saint myself and I know that rhymes 

 

And she's gone, gone, gone 

Yeah, Jesus called her home 

Baby's long gone (come on) 

 

One day we just drove to Florida  

Pulled over by the law on the I-10 corridor 

Cop said darlin' you're a long way from home  

With your broke headlight and your shiny chrome 

Well them guitar pickers can't bail you out  

For $1,000 you can go on about your business 

 

She left me with a beautiful boy 

Apple of my eye and my pride and joy 

And she's gone, gone, gone 

 

Cajun girl from Beaumont town  

Cooked the Étouffée drink the whiskey down 

And she's gone, gone, gone