Gourd Vine

Gourd vine, gourd vine, growing round my door
My sweet baby ain’t comin’ back no more
Mockingbird singin’ in my willow tree
My sweet baby’s gone
She’s gone away from me

Rooster crowing in that blue, blue sky
She caught the mornin’ train and never said goodbye
Left me here in my cold, cold bed
My sweet baby’s gone
There’s an achin’ in my head

Gourd vine, gourd vine, such a bitter fruit
Gonna lay me out my Sunday suit
Take me down my old .44
My sweet baby’s gone
She ain’t comin’ back no more

Gourd vine, gourd vine, growing round my door
My sweet baby ain’t comin’ back no more
Mockingbird in my willow tree
My sweet baby’s gone
Gone away from me
My sweet baby’s gone
Gone away from
Gone away from me



Written by Craig Bickhardt
2009 Stone Barn Music ASCAP