BABY'S GONE (Vernon Claud - Herbert Long) VERNON CLAUD (DECCA 30692, 1958) Every evening at sundown, when shadows are falling Comes a feeling that makes me so blue I could die Like a ghost from the past, that blue memory comes calling Of the day that my sweet loving gal said goodbye I can still see the smoke from big shiny engine I can still hear the sound of that whistle that morn' And that clickety-clack of the train on the tracks Sends a chill through my heart, baby's gone I remember the look on her face when she left me Standing there at the station, so lonesome and blue When she boarded that train, that's when I started crying And I said to myself, what am I gonna do I can still see the smoke from big shiny engine I can still hear the sound of that whistle that morn' And that clickety-clack of the train on the tracks Sends a chill through my heart, baby's gone Baby's gone, baby's gone Baby's gone, baby's gone |