Abilene Airport, six am, he had a teary little woman holding on to him
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saying, "Promise me, Billy, you'll call me when you reach L.A."
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He said, "I'm keeping your number, honey, right up here."
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He was tapping on his temple, but the point was clear, he had no intention of ever coming back, no way
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He was long gone...long, long gone
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skipping like a stone,
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he packed up his heart and he was long gone
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Two packs of peanuts and a Canada Dry
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Had him thinking what a luxury it was to fly
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it was the best way out of a love that wasn't meant to last
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and all his favorite words he used to love to hear
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Like whenever or whatever you want my dear
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are just memories now, somewhere in the distant past
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He was long gone...long, long gone
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skipping like a stone,
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he packed up his heart and he was long gone
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Nine months later on a T V show,
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he saw a teary little woman he used to know,
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Saying, "Lord, yes Oprah, he left me back in Abilene"
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She flashed his picture for the world to see
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And said if anybody knows this S O B
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tell him Junior's hungry, there ain't nothing in this world that's free
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He was long gone...long, long gone
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skipping like a stone,
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he packed up his heart and he was long gone
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Nine months later on a tv show,
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He saw a teary little woman that he used to know,
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saying, "Lord, yes, Oprah, he left me back in Abilene"
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Then she flashed his picture for the world to see,
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Said, "If anybody knows this lousy SOB,
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Tell him Junior's hungry, there ain't nothing in this world for free!"
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He was long gone...long, long gone
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skipping like a stone,
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he packed up his heart and he was long gone
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Long Gone
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| Confederate Railroad |
