Gone, Gone, Gone

I went to see the doctor, to see what he could do for me.
I said Doc, I’m getting old, can’t you see?
I’ve got a weakened constitution, I ain’t got no solution.
I’d blame the lord above, but there ain’t no absolution.
I’ve lost a step or two or maybe three?

Then my doctor told me I’ve heard it all before.
He said life is a fatal disease, there ain’t no cure.
He said of my condition, you don’t need a prescription.
He opened up a bottle, and then he started drinkin’.
He said there’s only one way out that’s for sure.

Get gone, gone, gone - first one’s on me.
It’s not a cure, but it’s close. You might need a double dose.
Get gone, gone, gone, this road is long.
So take another shot and get gone, gone, gone.

When all of life’s offenses gather to get you down
You need to dull the senses, bring your spirits around.
When you need a cure there ain’t no prohibition.
We need some recognition of the inhumane condition.
Let’s take a little trip, get gone, gone, gone.

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