Text: The Go-betweens. Don't Call Me Gone.

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I was standing in my hotel room, wearing mama's dresses
Thinkin' about the time I used to be a country gun
And all the time I heard my daddy say to me
"Get down off that horse and come inside"

/Chorus/
The next time that you see me you won't know what to call me
The next time that you look around I'll be gone
Call me love, call me baby
Call me anything but don't call me gone

It was raining when I left her
It was raining when I got her
The light so bright I couldn't hide my tired and lonely eyes
The money goes and when your next meal is a stranger's
The red light that you see says come inside

/Chorus/

Don't call me gone, 'cause I'm not /x2/
Don't call us gone, 'cause we're not
We're coming home

We read our mama's letters
So we packed and took the bus home
Found her crying softly by the headstone of his grave
Took her hand and then we lead her like a little girl
To the door then followed her inside

/Chorus/