Texty:
The Felice Brothers Going Going Gone

going, going, gone Black cloud falling on a field Throwing rain on my windshield But it don't matter cause I left behind The type of vision that ran can blind I'm going, going

fell, drunk off the pink champell Yeah, reminiscing going through adolescence with you Hoping that these words get to you in good spirit Your partna Gipp won't forget you, my little brother