51.I'm Gone
Lyricist：Reid Charles Stobo, Reid Craig Morris
I'm out of my mind on John Barleycorn
He's such a physician, his fingers are warm
Of my inhibitions, I have been shorn
And I'm gone, gone, gone
All of my fear and most of my pain
Ran hand in hand to catch the last train
From Waverley station and while I remain
I'm still gone, gone, gone
Ah whiskey head
You're mine to take to bed
Ah whiskey head
Young women and men, please, listen to me
They tell you that drinking can't set you free
Well here I am standing and I disagree
'Cause I'm gone, gone, gone
I'm out of my mind on John Barleycorn
He's such a physician, his fingers are warm
Of my inhibitions, I have been shorn
And I'm gone, gone gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, aah
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