Going Going - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Some days you'd find us inside with the lantern on

Blood on the doorstep, armor of God

Eyes to the savior, the gun in my pocket

Waiting for morning to come

Come on down and get me

Come on down and get me

When you're gone, you're gone

I can tell you'd always run

Now you're gone, gone, gone

Black folks who dance, we were glad, on a tightrope

The women who loved me whipped me with switches

Out in them ditches, dodging tornadoes

Hoping the cavalry come

Come on down and get me

Oh, come on down and get me

Oh, just come on down and get me

When you're gone, you're gone

I can tell you'd always run

Now you're gone, gone, gone

On a base far away

I'm where it's hot in the morning sun

There's a sense that I am still with the men and the pews

Beneath Plymouth Rock

And you're gone, you're gone

You're gone, oh, you're gone

And you're gone, gone, gone

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