Real Gone

Letras:

© Telemetry
She is Gone blues.

Little Lady with her long black hair,
Left me down in pure despair.

Give me wine or give me gin,
Never will I love again.

She’s gone, She’s gone, She’s Gone!


Here I sit on self destruct;
with my mind and soul messed up.

She took the plane and I’m to blame,
Using an excuse that’s lame.

She’s gone, She’s gone, She’s Gone!


As I finish up this tune ,
Guess I’ll head back to the moon.

There’s no women way up there
But I would not really care.

She’s gone, She’s gone, She’s Gone!
Little lady the short blond hair
Made me feel like she don’t care.
I just wanted to spend a day.
Girl said ain’t no way.
She’s gone, She’s gone, She’s Gone!

Pretty woman with the henna doo.
I told her I’m in love with you.
She said listen son, I don’t want no
drunken bum.

She’s gone, She’s gone, She’s Gone!