After They're Gone - live at the 2019 Manitoba Country Music Awards Written by Quinton Blair
Well he can see his shadow on the wall where he sits
checks his watch, checks the sun, whispers
"Boy this is it!
There's a trail leaving Dog Town in about 2 hours time,
and if I wanna get outta this town alive, I gotta get out of this dive"
He leaves a stool a spinning, with a froth on his beer
I slide over and I knock it back, and I offer him my cheers
We ain't here for much, but we got much to do
we ain't here to call out names, or to be some body's fool
we ain't here to make time, cause time marches on
and we ain't here to bring 'em back long after they're gone
Now she paces and she fusses as she's walking down the floor
she trips over a suitcase that's been tucked behind the door and she says
"what can come of this my friends, I hope he knows
that cheatin' and then leavin' town ain't the only way to go"
He walks in the back door, but he wont be walking long
'cause the lock is off the safe, and all the ammunition's gone
We ain't here for much, but we got much to do
we ain't here to call out names, or to be some body's fool
we ain't here to make time, cause time marches on
and we ain't here to bring 'em back long after they're gone
Now I'm sitting in the shadow of that trailer park sign
watching that sun go down one minute at a time
That slow rolling train is rolling slowly by
and there ain't nobody gettin' on, nobody riding high
well she smiles and she looks at me, and she tosses me a beer
I slide over and I knock it back because she don't waste no tears
We ain't here for much, but we got much to do
we ain't here to call out names, or to be some body's fool
we ain't here to make time, cause time marches on
and we ain't here to bring 'em back long after they're gone
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