Turnpike Troubadours - Gone Gone Gone lyrics
[Turnpike Troubadours - Gone Gone Gone lyrics]
You had your hands on the wheel
Stood on the street 'neath
The telephone lines
Well you took everything you could steal
You came and you went like
A thief in the night
And I ran for the hills
So you couldn't kill me
But damn you cut close to the bone
You can call me a fool you can call me alone
Call me gone, gone, gone
And this heavy old heart is
As steady as stone call me gone, gone, gone
Well the sun's gonna rise in the east
And I'm bound to stumble on a Saturday night
Well passion is painful but it's free
Love is a mean hateful business sometimes
And I ran for the hills
So you couldn't kill me
But damn you cut close to the bone
You can call me a fool you can call me alone
Call me gone, gone, gone
And this heavy old heart is
As steady as stone call me gone, gone, gone
I'd throw the horses some feed
Warm my hands up to a hickory fire
Well I'm hangin' on to the heat
Love is a cold institution sometimes
And I'm all full of guilt and
I'm not full of pride
For sellin' my soul for a pat on the back
You can call me a fool you can call me alone
Call me gone, gone, gone
And this heavy old heart is
As steady as stone call me gone, gone, gone
Call me gone, gone, gone
Call me gone, gone, gone
Stood on the street 'neath
The telephone lines
Well you took everything you could steal
You came and you went like
A thief in the night
And I ran for the hills
So you couldn't kill me
But damn you cut close to the bone
You can call me a fool you can call me alone
Call me gone, gone, gone
And this heavy old heart is
As steady as stone call me gone, gone, gone
Well the sun's gonna rise in the east
And I'm bound to stumble on a Saturday night
Well passion is painful but it's free
Love is a mean hateful business sometimes
And I ran for the hills
So you couldn't kill me
But damn you cut close to the bone
You can call me a fool you can call me alone
Call me gone, gone, gone
And this heavy old heart is
As steady as stone call me gone, gone, gone
I'd throw the horses some feed
Warm my hands up to a hickory fire
Well I'm hangin' on to the heat
Love is a cold institution sometimes
And I'm all full of guilt and
I'm not full of pride
For sellin' my soul for a pat on the back
You can call me a fool you can call me alone
Call me gone, gone, gone
And this heavy old heart is
As steady as stone call me gone, gone, gone
Call me gone, gone, gone
Call me gone, gone, gone