Jul 30, 2017 · 1 min read
I got my ticket for the long way round, two bottles of whiskey for the way. And I sure would like some sweet company and I'm leaving tomorrow what do you say?
When I’m gone, when I’m gone, you’re gonna miss me when I’m gone. You’re gonna miss me by my hair, you’re gonna miss me everywhere. You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone.
