My sweet child was seen across town
With some stranger man
She had a smile on her face, looked out of place
Suitcase was in her handJunior saw it happen
Why didn't I listen to you? Hey
Whoa, ohh, whoa
Could've had her back
Whoa, ohh, whoa
Now she's down the tracks with himI remember on the day she left me
That's one thing I'll never forget
In the apartment we owned, all she left was a phone
And a broken down TV setJunior saw it happen
Why didn't I listen to you? Hey
Whoa, ohh, whoa
Could've had her back
Whoa, na na na na na, whoa
Now she's down the tracks with himDidn't believe it when I first got word
But boy, I sure do now
I couldn't face it, my mind wouldn't take it
It didn't make sense somehowBecause I thought you was happy with the way we lived
And the things that we used to do
Whoa, no no no, whoa
Had her back
Whoa, no no no no no no no, whoa
Now she's down the tracks with him
Songwriters
James R PultePublished by
UNICHAPPELL MUSIC, INC.