By: Jim Pulte

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 hand



Junior saw it happen

Why didn't I listen to you, hey

Whoa, ohh

Whoa, {??}

Whoa, ohh

Whoa, now she's down the tracks with him



I 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 set



Junior saw it happen

Why didn't I listen to you, hey

Whoa, ohh

Whoa, {??}

Whoa, na na na na na

Whoa, now she's down the tracks with him



Didn'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 somehow

Because I thought you was happy

With the way we lived

And the things that we used to do

Whoa, no no no

Whoa, {??}

Whoa, no no no no

Whoa, now she's down the tracks with him