I heard the door slam
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and I couldn't tell was it just the wind
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or was she mad again - ah hell
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she's gettin in her car
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I hollered baby is there something wrong
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thought I heard her say something sounded like I'm gone
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but these days gone can mean so many things.
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[ CHORUS: ]
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Well theres gone for good and theres good and gone
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and theres gone with the long before it
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I wish she'd been just a little more clear
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well theres gone for the day and gone for the night
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and gone for the rest of your dogone life
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is it whiskey night or just a couple beers
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I mean what kind of gone are we talkin bout here
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Well its gettin dark out, she ain't back yet
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ain't called home, turned off the phone
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ah man hah this might not be good
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I would have stopped her, when she went to leave
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but I didn't 'cause I didn't really think what I'm thinkin now
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I'm still not sure what gone is all about
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[ CHORUS ]
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Is it the kind of gone where she's at her mom's cooling down
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she'll come around or the kind that says you had your chance
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and she ain't comin back
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CHORUS
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I mean what kind of gone are we talkin bout
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what kinda gone are we talkin bout
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yes what kinda gone are we talkin bout here
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what kinda gone
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What Kind Of Gone
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| Chris Cagle |
