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Real Gone by Bill Nelson

Performed by
Bill Nelson

Real Gone Lyrics

Well some of us are born with the look of the stoned
In every sense, the look of the stones
In all senses, and with no sense at all
Some of us are born to be beat and stoned
I'm lying, but believe me it's true
You can float my boat, if you really want to
Check my pockets and search my soul
Rock my socks with your rigmarole
Real gone, real gone, really, really gone
Real gone, real gone, really gone

Holy Father, Holy Mother, holy city of holy ghosts
Holy relics, honey coated, golden throated, glorious
Beginner's mind, sailor in skin-boat
Boho-maestro, tremulous
She had lustre, she wore pearls
I watched her legs, fabulous

Real gone, real gone, really, really gone
Real gone, real gone, really gone

What kind of coffee do dreamers prefer?
Where are the gifts that time confers?
Watches, glasses, soft-pack cigarettes
Hearts on chains and rainy umbrellas

I'm lying, but believe me it's true
I'll count your blessings if you want me to
Paint blue sky with blazing paint
Twist and shout, like a beatnik saint

Real gone, real gone
Real gone, real gone

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