(Lyrics by James Seals; music by James Seals and Dash Crofts, 1978)
Ain't no sorrow for that woman. Ain't no pity for this fool.
She wrote her name upon my window, signed it "Gone, with love, Midnight Blue."
There's a story goin' 'round here, 'bout a woman dressed in black.
Spendin' money and drinkin' whiskey, drivin' 'round in my big black Cadillac.
There's a shanty down by the river. They say she went there to meet a friend.
They found his body beneath the willows. She signed it "Gone, with love, Midnight Blue."
There's a jailhouse down in this county, with its windows oh so high.
They're gonna hang me come Monday morning, write my soul, Midnight Blue, across the sky.
Now if I ever get to heaven, I'll look St. Peter in the eye.
And say don't you ever let that woman ever appear.
She's Satan's daughter, in shades of midnight blue.
Ain't no sorrow for that woman. Ain't no pity for this fool.
She wrote her name upon my window, signed it "Gone, with love, Midnight Blue."
There's a story goin' 'round here, 'bout a woman dressed in black.
Spendin' money and drinkin' whiskey, drivin' 'round in my big black Cadillac.
There's a shanty down by the river. They say she went there to meet a friend.
They found his body beneath the willows. She signed it "Gone, with love, Midnight Blue."
There's a jailhouse down in this county, with its windows oh so high.
They're gonna hang me come Monday morning, write my soul, Midnight Blue, across the sky.
Now if I ever get to heaven, I'll look St. Peter in the eye.
And say don't you ever let that woman ever appear.
She's Satan's daughter, in shades of midnight blue.