When I was a young boy, it weren't too late I had me a Buick, was a '48 Yeah, tons and tons of rollin' steel With a long black hoad and four big wheels. Well, I worked so hard I flunked out of school And everybody said I was a teenage fool Meanwhile I wrote me a new set of rules 'Bout how to get gone and how to be cool. Well, we hit the road like a ton o' bricks With an old guitar and a few hot licks We were rockin' in the city and rockin' in the sticks Didn't make much money but we had a lotta kicks. Get gone, get gone Get gone, oh yeah, get gone Get gone, get gone Get gone, oh yeah, get gone. Well, then one day a city slicker walked up Said, Son, I'm gonna make you a million bucks Gonna fly around the country in a big ol' plane Gonna get a lotta drugs, gonna feel no pain. Well, I knew we were breakin' that highway rule When we pulled outta town a little low on fuel That big ol' plane fell from the sky Me and the boys kissed the world goodbye Yeah, me and the boys kissed the world goodbye. Get gone, get gone Get gone, oh yeah, get gone Get gone, get gone Get gone, oh yeah, get gone. Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com