Huntwork Hewitt I'm Gone
I'm gone, I'm gone I'm gone, so long I've cleaned my room I've gathered up my things I've freed the dog and I've taken off my rings I'll send a note From the land of tire swings Oh I'll be happy there I'm gone, I'm gone I'm gone, so long You keep the maps I won't be needing them When I arrive I'm forgetting where I've been I'm going to Where the burning highway ends And there I'll make my home I'm gone, I'm gone I'm gone, so long I've got to fly To buy a head start on the hurt The lemon drops In the pocket of my shirt Will lead me to where the streets Are paved with dirt I've had enough of gold I'm gone, I'm gone I'm gone, so long
