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Nancy McCallion: Lyrics

He's Gone

And He’s Gone

by Nancy McCallion

 

I came home after working late

To an empty house and a swinging gate

A hundred dollars by the bed

That’s all I had was all he said

And he’s gone

 

A Christmas box with a busted lid

Mama kept her money hid

Under paper dolls and clay

Saving for a rainy day

And he’s gone

And he’s gone

Like a payday loan I’m still paying on he’s gone

 

Think I’m gonna stay in bed

Find a phone and call in dead

Little girl comes crawling in

Guess I’ll go to work again

And he’s gone

And he’s gone

Like a payday loan I’m still paying on he’s gone