If You Were Gone
©1993 Dakota Sid Clifford
If you were gone, I'd be alone, I'd walk the floor and get real stoned
And sit out in the yard with my guitar
If you were gone, I'd figure it out, eventually I'd notice that you weren't about
Might just put a little change to the way things are
If you were gone I'd be alone, guess I'd have to get my own
Or have a pizza brought in every day
Have to learn to boil water too, grind the beans and pour it through
I'll bet if you were gone, I'd be O.K.
A few things might occur I wouldn't want to mention
I might slack off a bit on paying strict attention
To the things I ought to do, if you were gone, if you were gone...
If you were gone I'd let the lawn grow up so high,
They'd all suspect a native tribe
Lived inside,... but it'd just be me instead
If you were gone, if you weren't here, I'd have to drink your share of beer
And stagger over to the edge of the deck, and pee in the flowerbed.
Like I said, a few things might occur I wouldn't want to have to mention
I might not be paying the strictest of attention
To the things I ought to do, if you were gone, if you were gone...
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If you were gone I'd wear my cleanest dirty cloths.
Mop the kitchen floor with a garden hose
Wash off the dishes in a similar fashion
I could paint the town, be home at eight,
With time to spare to lock the chicken gate
Put the hound dog out and bring the trash in
Put the laundry into the refrigerator, fed the cat but the hungry dog ate her
Telephone rang, I answered the bathroom door
I'm doing fine if you're not choosy, and I swear somewhere
Between next September and Tuesday
I'll find the time to get those bottles off the bedroom floor
Like I said, a few things might occur I wouldn't want to have to mention
I might not be paying the strictest of attention
To the things I ought to do, if you were gone, if you were gone...
If you were gone, I might survive, I'd be walking around town
Some folks would think I was alive
But in my heart.....If you were gone....I'd be alone