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CROW
Already Gone (leavin blues)
©2005 CROW (aka Tom Doyle)
Come gather round people, wherever you roam.
I'll tell you a story about leavin my home.
I picked up my walkin stick from Montana,
Waved good bye and kissed my Momma.
I went back one time to my old fishin hole
And threw in a line to see what I might cath.
But the fish wasn't bitin and all I did catch
Was a few 'squiter bites and a disheartened soul.
It's so hard to leave when that time comes around.
The leaves on the trees seem to cry and lay down.
I always had such great expectations,
Expressing each thought in five conjugations.
But now that I'm gone the path is unclear.
The future's uncertain, and the past is too near.
The people on the street say, "Hi, how ya doin?"
The answer, in a word, "Pretty good, how 'bout you?"
But when they say, "See ya later", I say, "How?
How'll ya see me later if ya can't see me now?"
I was already gone, three years ago,
When I first laid eyes on Mike Kazio.
I cleaned out my drawers and I cleaned out the closet.
Found all the years of my life in a box.
The things that yesterday seemed so new
Are today the things that my grandfather knew.
The lessons that Daddy had taught me with care
Now grow in my mind like the grey in his hair.
"Snug up them bolts but don't strip 'em out.
If we can't do it this way, we'll make it somehow."
It's so hard to leave when you've only just begun.
You lose so much when it's time to move on.
The friends that I left all got out their film.
They took my picture and bought me a beer.
Then as a gesture of peace and good will,
They told me how much they'd wish I were there.
How could I tell them a discouraging thought
When they had such goodness and warmth in their hearts?
But I could not lie, as I could not escape
The thought that for us there's no difference to make.
I was already gone, twelve years ago,
When I knew back then I was born to be alone.
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