A song about getting what you deserve.
Ian Cook - Lead vocals, rhythm guitar
Ian Clark - Lead guitar, background vocals
Sean Burke - Bass guitar, background vocals
Matt Sobb - Drums, background vocals
Recorded @ Raven Street Studios and The Resonator
Engineered by Geoff McNeely
Mixed by Dave Dudley, Ian Cook, Ian Clark @ The Resonator
All rights reserved.
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What am I to do now that my real gone Baby's gone?
Gone baby, gone, gone baby. Gone baby, gone, gone baby
Well I used to be the luckiest man in the lower four-eight
But then I took to drinkin' and stayin' out a little too late
I wasn't doin' my baby wrong
But I was leavin' her at home alone
What am I to do now that my real gone Baby's gone?
Gone baby, gone, gone baby. Gone baby, gone, gone baby
Fair to say I never read the writing on the wall
Takin' her for granted I was headin' for a really long fall
But now I've finally hit the ground
She's nowhere to be found
What am I to do now that my real gone Baby's gone?
Gone baby, gone, gone baby.
Well I tried to live without her
I can't stop thinkin' 'bout her
Now I'm turnin' over every stone
Baby I've been lyin'
If I said I ain't been cryin'
Now I'm beggin' you to come back home
What am I to do now that my real gone Baby's gone?
Gone baby, gone, gone baby. Gone baby, gone, gone baby
Well I used to be the luckiest man in the lower four-eight
Now my Baby took to drinkin' and she's stayin' out way too late
And I'll be sittin' home all alone
Just waitin' here by the phone
What am I to do now that my real gone Baby's gone?
Gone baby, gone, gone baby. Gone baby, gone, gone baby
What am I to do now that my real gone Baby's gone?
Gone baby, gone, gone baby. Gone baby, gone, gone baby
What am I to do now that my real gone Baby's gone?
Gone baby, gone, gone baby. Gone baby, gone
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