From the recording Gone
Lyrics
Gone-Teves
City women and their conversations
Run in circles all around my head
This clean living be the death of me
I’m going South to the riverbed
I’m gonna jump down in that muddy water
Feel the clay push up between my toes
I’m heading on back to the country boys
I’m so tired of the status quo
CHORUS-I need some grease in my diet
I’m gonna party like it’s Mardi Gras
I’m gonna drink some country whiskey and like it
Like a punch in the mouth I hope it takes me out
And I’m gone
Don’t want to make the morning papers
Don’t want to make the evening news
I don’t want to talk to nobody
Man, I’ll have to lie to em’ if I do
I hear the weather’s nice in Carolina
And the Ladies talk so nice and slow
Biscuits and Gravy and
Southern Belles named Sadie
Yeah, they do it for me, don’t you know?
CHORUS
SOLO
I picked up my check and I filled up my wreck
With oil, air, and gasoline
I got an itch that I need to scratch
I’m busting out of quarantine
I’ll be a heading out in the morning
I’ll be avoiding all authorities
Just a little country boy with an old guitar
Way back up in the evergreens
I’m going and I won’t be writing
Don’t you bother even trying to call
I’ll be hanging with Beaux
at a place you don’t know
We’ll be a fishing by the waterfall
CHORUS