Goin' Goin' Gone

What you get is what you see

With a small town home grown boy like me

My father's father's blood runs deep as his dreams that i still hold dear



And hard days work- yeah, it gives me pride

And my words are the fuel for the fire inside

Of the heart that she outgrew like this town here



Well, if you see my girl in austin,

Tell her i miss what we lost when

She walked out the door to return no more

To the life that she belongs

And if she's there in amarillo

'bout that note beneath my pillow