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…
	Why'd I have to read what
	I could not see about my ways that rubbed her wrong when she was goin', goin', gone?
	A heartland girl with uptown eyes
	My old fashioned views missed her disguise
	I'd have never guessed she'd have pawned our love for a pair of walking shoes
	Well, I hope those big plans all work out
	And she makes her name- but
	I have no doubt
	She'll one day see what it's all about
	Is this life she swore to lose
	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…
	Why'd I have to read what
	I could not see about my ways that rubbed her wrong when she was goin', goin', gone? (Repeat)

	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
	Why' d I have to read what
	I could not see about my ways that rubbed her wrong when she was goin', goin', gone?
	A heartland girl with uptown eyes
	My old fashioned views missed her disguise
	I' d have never guessed she' d have pawned our love for a pair of walking shoes
	Well, I hope those big plans all work out
	And she makes her name but
	I have no doubt
	She' ll one day see what it' s all about
	Is this life she swore to lose
	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
	Why' d I have to read what
	I could not see about my ways that rubbed her wrong when she was goin', goin', gone? Repeat