(verse 1) 
              D       G          D 
I heard the front door, closing softly, 
            A          D  
As I wakened, from my sleep; 
                   G         D  
With the last touch, of her lips, lord, 
              A         D 
Like a whisper, on my cheek; 
 

[Refrão]
        G                  D 
And I cursed the sun for risin', 
                                   A 
cause the worst, lord, was yet to come; 
             D     G             D 
cause this morning, she's just leavin', 
                 A            D - G - D - A - D 
But, come sundown, she'll be gone. 
 
 
(verse 2) 
See the lipstick on the pillow 
That I placed beneath her head; 
And the soft sheets still feel warm, lord, 
Where she lay upon my bed; 
 
 
(chorus) 
        G                  D    
And it hurts to know it's over, 
                               A 
For the hurt, lord, has just begun. 
               D     G            D 
'cause this morning, she's just leavin', 
                  A           D  
But, come sundown, she'll be gone.