It's Too Late

(Freddy King, James Cotton)



It's too late, she's gone

It's too late, my baby's gone

Wish I had told her she was my only one

Now, It's too late, she's gone.



It's a weak man who cries,

So I guess I better try

Guess, I will miss her more than anyone

But, It's too late, she's gone.



She's gone, oh my baby's gone

She's gone, my baby's gone

She's gone, yes, she's gone

Oh where, where can my baby be?



And I wonder, wonder does she know

When she left me, Oh, Oh it hurt me so.

I need your lovin', please don't make me wait

Come tell me it's not too late.



--- Instrumental ---



I need your lovin', please don't make me wait

Come tell me it's not too late...