Jack Ingram - Gone Gone Gone

While the leaves ‘round me are dying,

My heart with you is flying,

These whiskey tears I’m cryin’,

While you leave for a foreign shore.

My soul is slowly leavin’,

My shallow lungs stop breathin’,

My mind with drugs are beaten,

You left me here, you whore.

Jack Ingram

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