Gone Gone Gone - Turnpike Troubadours

You had your hands on the wheel

Stood on the street 'neath the telephone lines

Well you took everything you could steal

You came and you went like a thief in the night

And I ran for the hills so you couldn’t kill me

But damn you cut close to the bone

You can call me a fool you can call me alone

Call me gone, gone, gone

And this heavy old heart is as steady as stone

Call me gone, gone, gone

Well the sun’s gonna rise in the east

And I’m bound to stumble on a Saturday night

Well passion is painful but it’s free

Love is a mean hateful business sometimes

And I ran for the hills so you couldn’t kill me

But damn you cut close to the bone

You can call me a fool you can call me alone

Call me gone, gone, gone

And this heavy old heart is as steady as stone

Call me gone, gone, gone

I’d throw the horses some feed

Warm my hands up to a hickory fire

Well I’m hangin' on to the heat

Love is a cold institution sometimes

And I’m all full of guilt and I’m not full of pride

For sellin' my soul for a pat on the back

You can call me a fool you can call me alone

Call me gone, gone, gone

And this heavy old heart is as steady as stone

Call me gone, gone, gone

Call me gone, gone, gone

Call me gone, gone, gone