she kept sayin`
you`re gunna miss me
but i never did take her seriously
i guess her gift of prophecy was real
amen
(chorus)
babys gone
baby aint to blame
thatd be my fault
me and my no brain
might`a took a train to Tupelo
might`a been Tulsa for all i know
talk about movin` on
babys gone
i admit im the type
needs a wake-up call
sometimes you gotta hit me
with a cannonball
i guess baby goin` AWOL did the trick
pretty quick
now the trick is
gettin that phone
if i have to call everybody she`s ever known
and tell`em this
(repeat chorus)
if you wanted my attention
you`ve got it now
baby, anthing
anywhere
anyhow