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Written by Patti Lynn
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Wednesday, 27 April 2005 20:17 |
- He’s Gone
- Digital Music File
He’s gone like the sound
Of that lonesome midnight whistle
Moanin’ low as she rolls
Through the tunnels and towns
Gone like the money
Of a drinking man by Sunday
On that Shenandoah Silver Bullet
Somewhere southern bound
Just a month ago I met him
And just like a fool I let him
Make me think I was the one
And he’d be staying from now on
Turned out to be a short forever
I swear Sherlock Holmes would never
Known there was another fool awaitin’
For him down in Caroline
He turned pale and looked real funny
When the phone rang on Sunday
It was a short conversation
But it didn’t take me long
To figure out he’d be leaving
Just as easy as deceiving me
Had been when he fed me
And I swallowed every line
Nearly chokin’ on fried chicken
Blank eyed he just stood there lookin’
Like the double crossing lying cheatin’
Basset hound he was
Said he thought he heard the nurse say
That his grandma died on Thursday
If he hurried he could make it
‘Fore they put her in the ground
Now he’s gone with the wind
Like the down of a thistle
Never packed a bag or took a tote
A poke or anything
But when you got a need to leave
With the speed of a missile
Its surprising just how much
you never needed anyway
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Last Updated on Sunday, 27 April 2008 20:19 |
