Well, my baby told me Saturday, that she was leaving town.
Well, now my baby's gone away, she never comes around.
Oh well, she left me Oh well, she's left me, she's gone.
She bid me goodbye Oh, well, she's moving-moving along.
#2.
Well, she left town on Sunday, with a man named Clay.
Well, listen, oh, my baby, all he wanna do is play.
Oh, well, she'll leave him Oh well, she'll leave him one day.
She'll get all his money and then leave him one day.
#3.
Well, the last time I saw her, she had a drink in her hand.
A mink around her shoulders and her arm around a man.
But her ruby-ruby lips, they were kissin' another man.
#4.
Well, they tell me that my baby, lives in another town.
They tell me that she's married and that she's settled down.
Well, I'm happy for my baby Well, I'm happy, oh, yeah.
Well, I'll just find me another baby But I'll never settle down.
Well, I'll just find me another baby But I'll never settle down.
Well, I'll just find me another baby But I'll never settle down.
Well, I'll just find me another baby But I'll never settle down.
A fifties smash from Kraziekhat.