Song | Goin' Goin' Gone |
Artist | Nelson |
Album | Brother Harmony |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
What you get is what you see | |
With a small town home grown boy like me | |
My father's father's blood runs deep as his dreams that | |
I still hold dear | |
And hard days work- yeah, it gives me pride | |
And my words are the fuel for the fire inside | |
Of the heart that she outgrew like this town here | |
Well, if you see my girl in | |
Austin, Tell her | |
I miss what we lost when she walked out the door to return no more to the life that she belongs and if she's there in | |
Amarillo ' | |
Bout that note beneath my pillow… | |
Why'd I have to read what | |
I could not see about my ways that rubbed her wrong when she was goin', goin', gone? | |
A heartland girl with uptown eyes | |
My old fashioned views missed her disguise | |
I'd have never guessed she'd have pawned our love for a pair of walking shoes | |
Well, I hope those big plans all work out | |
And she makes her name- but | |
I have no doubt | |
She'll one day see what it's all about | |
Is this life she swore to lose | |
Well, if you see my girl in | |
Austin, Tell her | |
I miss what we lost when she walked out the door to return no more to the life that she belongs and if she's there in | |
Amarillo ' | |
Bout that note beneath my pillow… | |
Why'd I have to read what | |
I could not see about my ways that rubbed her wrong when she was goin', goin', gone? (Repeat) |
What you get is what you see | |
With a small town home grown boy like me | |
My father' s father' s blood runs deep as his dreams that | |
I still hold dear | |
And hard days work yeah, it gives me pride | |
And my words are the fuel for the fire inside | |
Of the heart that she outgrew like this town here | |
Well, if you see my girl in | |
Austin, Tell her | |
I miss what we lost when she walked out the door to return no more to the life that she belongs and if she' s there in | |
Amarillo ' | |
Bout that note beneath my pillow | |
Why' d I have to read what | |
I could not see about my ways that rubbed her wrong when she was goin', goin', gone? | |
A heartland girl with uptown eyes | |
My old fashioned views missed her disguise | |
I' d have never guessed she' d have pawned our love for a pair of walking shoes | |
Well, I hope those big plans all work out | |
And she makes her name but | |
I have no doubt | |
She' ll one day see what it' s all about | |
Is this life she swore to lose | |
Well, if you see my girl in | |
Austin, Tell her | |
I miss what we lost when she walked out the door to return no more to the life that she belongs and if she' s there in | |
Amarillo ' | |
Bout that note beneath my pillow | |
Why' d I have to read what | |
I could not see about my ways that rubbed her wrong when she was goin', goin', gone? Repeat |
What you get is what you see | |
With a small town home grown boy like me | |
My father' s father' s blood runs deep as his dreams that | |
I still hold dear | |
And hard days work yeah, it gives me pride | |
And my words are the fuel for the fire inside | |
Of the heart that she outgrew like this town here | |
Well, if you see my girl in | |
Austin, Tell her | |
I miss what we lost when she walked out the door to return no more to the life that she belongs and if she' s there in | |
Amarillo ' | |
Bout that note beneath my pillow | |
Why' d I have to read what | |
I could not see about my ways that rubbed her wrong when she was goin', goin', gone? | |
A heartland girl with uptown eyes | |
My old fashioned views missed her disguise | |
I' d have never guessed she' d have pawned our love for a pair of walking shoes | |
Well, I hope those big plans all work out | |
And she makes her name but | |
I have no doubt | |
She' ll one day see what it' s all about | |
Is this life she swore to lose | |
Well, if you see my girl in | |
Austin, Tell her | |
I miss what we lost when she walked out the door to return no more to the life that she belongs and if she' s there in | |
Amarillo ' | |
Bout that note beneath my pillow | |
Why' d I have to read what | |
I could not see about my ways that rubbed her wrong when she was goin', goin', gone? Repeat |