Lyrics

GOOD AND GONE (Skibbe)
© 2019, Coyote Tongue Music (ASCAP)

I was born behind the eight ball, her daddy owned the bank in town
My nursery was a pool hall, the whole world was her playground
The bad boy met his match the first time that we kissed
Now there’s no turning back, there’s just this hunger I can not resist
Boy met daughter, boy met father
Oil met blood and water
They say fruit don’t fall too far from the tree

Everything I own is riding in the back
Both hands on the wheel, both feet on the gas
I’m gone, gone, gone, Good and gone

Her daddy never saw a penny that didn’t make him want a dime
He thought that he could end me and make a fortune at the same time
She set me up for his triple cross, lit my fuse and wrote me off
An eight-ball combination off a crooked rail

Now everything I own is riding in the back
Both hands on the wheel, both feet on the gas
I’m gone, gone, gone
Good and gone

Road crew dynamite and kerosene, prettiest fire you ever seen
Ashes where the treasure used to be

I still see her smile and I still want more
I swear I didn’t know she was inside when I blew the bank vault door…

Now everything I own is riding in the back
Both hands on the wheel, both feet on the gas
Man I’m gone, gone, gone
I’ll drive ‘til the highway meets the sky
There’s not enough miles to leave her behind
It went wrong wrong wrong now I’m gone gone gone
More than I can spend is riding in the back
Both hands on the wheel, both feet on the gas
I’m gone gone gone, they figured wrong, wrong, wrong
Now I’m gone gone gone
Gone gone gone
Good and gone