Copyright 2001 by Grant Carrington

[Verses: Alternate 6th & 4th string--E&E, F#&E, G&E, F#&E]

I was tooling down the coast, 'bout quarter to five,
When I met a pretty baby, and she could jive.
I says, "Come on, honey, to my beehive."

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And we're going, we're going, we're gone.

She says, "All right, Daddy, I'll come along.
But you better not do me any wrong,
Or tomorrow you'll be singing a different song."

And we're going, we're going, we're gone.

Well, we jived that day and all through the night,
And I really did treat that woman right,
But she was gone with the coming of the light.

She was going, she was going; now she's gone.

Well, I never seen that pretty mama before.
Don't think I'm gonna see here anymore.
So I closed my shack; yeah, I shut the door

And I'm going, I'm going; hey, I'm gone.

Feel free to perform this song in public, as long as you mention who wrote it. (A mention of the CD, Songs Without Wisdom, and the fact that it can purchased from www.cdbaby.com/carrington would be appreciated too.) If you want to record it, however, you will have to cross my palm with silver. My brother-in-law comes from Sicily.