89 she is gone

Testo:

© 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!