Going Going

Some days you’d find us inside with the lantern on
Blood on the doorstep, armor of God
Eyes to the savior, the gun in my pocket
Waiting for morning to come
Come on down and get me
Come on down and get me
When you’re gone
You’re gone
I can tell you’ve always
Now you’re gone, gone, gone
Black folks who dance, on a tightrope
The women who loved me whipped me with switches
Out in them ditches, dodging tornadoes
Hoping the cavalry come
Come on down and get me
Oh come on down and get me
Oh just come on down and get me
When you’re gone
You’re gone
I can tell you’ve always
Now you’re gone, gone, gone
On a base far away
I’m where it’s hot in the morning sun
There’s a sense that I am still with
And you’re gone
You’re gone
You’re gone
Oh you’re gone
And you’re gone
And you’re gone, gone, gone