Teksty: Kris Kristofferson. Please Don't Tell Me How the Story Ends: The Publishing Demos1968-72. Come Sundown.

I heard the front door closing softly
As I wakened from my sleep
With the last touch of her kips, Lord
Like a whisper on my cheek

And I cursed the sun for risin'
For the worst, Lord, was yet to come
'Cause this morning, she's just leavin'
But, come sundown, she'll be gone

See that lipstick on the pillow
That I placed beneath her head
And the soft sheets still feel warm, Lord
Where she lay upon my bed

And it hurts to know it's over
'Cause the hurt, Lord, has just begun
'Cause this morning, she's just leavin'
But, come sundown, she'll be gone
Yeah, come sundown, she'll be gone