Gone - John Butler Trio

Johnny’s in the backseat of the car

Driving, don’t know where he’s going

Yes, we got a full tank, yeah by far

But we are empty rolling

And we’ve forgotten so much passenger

And you know the car is stolen

I’m freaking in the front seat now

Yeah, sitting with a gun that’s smoking

Johnny went and shocked everyone

Deputy Sheriff for robbing the bank

But he ain’t after silver or gold

He just wants a slice of the yellow cake

He’s swishing files with big sledgehammers

Yeah, you know he’s running the show

He thinks he is the big boss man

But he straight up outta control

He gone, gone, gone yes he gone

Yes he gone, gone, gone, yes, he gone

Johnny’s in the races being two face-ist

He really don’t know what for

He got the cops a-chasing

The music he ain’t facing

Pedal right down to the floor

His idealogy is crazy as can be

It’s all about the top score

He once upheld the law

He heading for the wall

And all we got to say is

And all we got to say is

He gone

He gone, gone, gone yes he gone

Yes he gone, gone, gone, yes, he gone

Johnny’s indicating, blinkers on

But you know man he ain’t turning

Yes, he got his mind made up oh

Even though his ears are burning

He’s looking in the rearview mirror now

See the chasing lights go spinning round

Sirens and alarm bells ringing out

But Johnny don’t hear no sound