Píseň: Oh Yeah, You're Gone

Interpret:
Brad Paisley
Album:
American Saturday Night
I opened my eyes, look at the clock, 
It says eight fifteen, 
Stumble out of bed, fumble down the hall, 
Still half asleep. 


Opened up a window, opened up the paper, 
And put some coffee on, grab two cups, 
Oh yeah, you're gone. 


Shower and shave, take a little time to read the news, 
Sort through the mail, 
See something about some sale they're having on women's shoes, 


Billy's band is playing at the Canyon club on Friday, 
I bet they sing our song, maybe we can go, 
Oh year, you're gone. 


This is gonna take some getting used to baby, 
I'm gonna need more time, 
Cause I still say us when I ought to say me, 
I still say ours instead of mine, 
Every plan I make, every road I take, 
I still see you riding along, 
Then suddenly it hits me, 
Oh yeah, you're gone. 


This is gonna take some getting used to baby, 
I think I need more time, 
Because I still say us, when I ought to say me, 
I still say ours instead of mine, 
Every plan I make, every road I take, 
I still see you riding alone, 
Then suddenly it hits me, 
Oh yeah, you're gone. 


Oh there ain't no doubt about it baby, 
Oh yeah, you're gone.