Gone Gone Gone
Like money after payday or a cold whiskey shot
Or five sexy minutes with a smokin' hot blonde
Like a fast ball screaming down the center of the plate
Your were gone gone gone
Like the last cup of coffee on the morning from hell
Or a Pablo Picasso found at a yard sale
Like a lost set of keys when you're running behind
You were gone gone gone
You were gone there was nothin I could do
Or nothing I could say
I should shave known it from there start
You were not the type to stay
Like a southern Sunday service during playoff time
Or petty when he sees the checker flag
Like a 57 Chevy on the first day old spring
You were gone gone gone
Gone gone gone
Yea you were long gone gone
Like the power in the house when you don't pay the bill
Or the last drop of gas when you're going up hill
Like a string at a strip club on a Saturday night
You were gone gone gone
Yea you were gone gone gone
You were gone gone gone
Autor(es): Don Gates, Jason Kabler