A GONE FRIEND
HAD A FRIEND WHOM PASS AWAY
TOOK A GUN BLOW HIM SELF AWAY
NOT THAT EASY NOT EASY AT ALL
MAKE ME WONDER WHAT WENT SO WRONG
WE ONCE WERE CLOSE NOW HE GONE
HOW ARE WE ALL GOING TO GET ALONG
I REMEMBER THE TIME WE RAN AWAY
WE TALKED TO THE COW,EVEN GAVE THEM NAMES
BOY WERE THOSE THE DAYS
WE LAUGH , WE CRIED WE EVEN TOOK EACH OTHE SIDE
WHY OH WHY DID HE GO AND DIE/
I GUESS YOU CAN SAY THIS IS MY GOOD BYE.
LYDIA GOODWIN
TOOK A GUN BLOW HIM SELF AWAY
NOT THAT EASY NOT EASY AT ALL
MAKE ME WONDER WHAT WENT SO WRONG
WE ONCE WERE CLOSE NOW HE GONE
HOW ARE WE ALL GOING TO GET ALONG
I REMEMBER THE TIME WE RAN AWAY
WE TALKED TO THE COW,EVEN GAVE THEM NAMES
BOY WERE THOSE THE DAYS
WE LAUGH , WE CRIED WE EVEN TOOK EACH OTHE SIDE
WHY OH WHY DID HE GO AND DIE/
I GUESS YOU CAN SAY THIS IS MY GOOD BYE.
LYDIA GOODWIN
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