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. It's too late, she's gone.
It's a woman that cries, So I guess I've gotta hide my eyes. Yes, I will miss her more than anyone. It's too late, she's gone.
She's gone, yes she's gone. She's gone, my baby's gone. She's gone, yes she's gone. Where can my baby be?
And I wonder does she know When she left me, it hurt me so. I need your love babe, please don't make me wait. Tell me it's not too late.
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Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérpretes: Carl D Radle (Carl Radle) (PPL - I), Eric Patrick Clapton (Blind Faith) (PPL - I), Howard Duane Allman (Allman Duane), James Beck Gordon (MROC), Robert S Whitlock (Bobby Whitlock) (PPL - I)Publicado em 2010ECAD verificado fonograma #2343500 em 13/Abr/2024