I opened my eyes, look at the clock, It says eight fifteen, Stumble out of bed, fumble down the hall, still half asleep.
Opened up a window, opened up the paper, And put some coffee on, grab two cups, Oh yeah, you're gone.
Shower and shave, take a little time to read the news, Sort through the mail, see something about some sale they're having on women's shoes,
Billy's band is playing at the Canyon club on Friday, I bet they sing our song, maybe we can go, Oh year, you're gone.
This is gonna take some getting used to baby, I'm gonna need more time, Cause I still say us when I ought to say me, I still say ours instead of mine, Every plan I make, every road I take, I still see you riding along, Then suddenly it hits me, Oh yeah, you're gone.
This is gonna take some getting used to baby, I think I need more time, Because I still say us, when I ought to say me, I still say ours instead of mine, Every plan I make, every road I take, I still see you riding alone, Then suddenly it hits me, Oh yeah, you're gone.
Oh there ain't no doubt about it baby, Oh yeah, you're gone.
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérprete: Brad Douglas Paisley (Brad Paisley) (PPL - I)Publicado em 2009 (12/Mai) e lançado em 2009 (01/Jun)ECAD verificado fonograma #3408113 em 17/Mai/2024