When She's Gone - Josh Fudge

She said if I ever deceive her She'd be gone before I could count ten, I guess that I didn't believe her; Oh just look at the trouble I'm in. Chorus: Now she's gone, gone, gone, Gone, gone, gone, cryin' won't bring her back; The more that I cry, the faster that plane flies Father across the sky. Well I lost every right to be happy, Well I lost all the Heaven I found; She warned me she'd leave and she left me, Before my first tear hit the ground. Chorus... If I only knew where I could find her Well I'd crawl there on my hands and knees. 'Cause each tick of the clock will remind her That she's one second farther from me. Chorus... {Instrumental} Chorus... Farther across the sky.

She's gone And it's quiet now Took her mother with her Left town Took her mother's eye Stole her mother's heart It's a compromise We nurture that part and she's gone Says she can walk now Says she can walk now Thinks she can walk Seen her walking She totters and falls And when I'm not looking Leans onto the wall And she'll hold on to me only when she wants And she'll fall and be up again It's part of the fun But she's gone Thinks she can walk now Thinks she can walk now Thinks she can walk She's gone And it's quiet now Took her mother with her Left town Took her mother's eye Stole her mother's heart It's a compromise We nurture that part and she's gone And it's quiet now Took her mother with her Left town

My name is Bob Fudge I was born in Texas Lampasas County Back during the war Small pox and Comanches Took most of my family Left my poor mother My brothers and me So I headed north To ride for the Blockers They were contractin' herds On the Montana range In the spring of the year '82 We left ol' Lampasas With two thousand steers For the Little Bighorn Crossing our trails There were many great rivers All to be crossed Not a bridge would we find In the cold rolling waters And the wild plunging cattle There was many a young man Took leave of his life Well, we crossed at Doan's Store Into the Indian nation Saw the blood on the rocks Where those cowboys had died Then it's on to Fort Dodge On the Arkansas River Where gamblers and the whores All welcomed us there And the great snowcapped peaks Are on our left side now For many miles In the great silent land When I first saw Montana I knew I would love her I would ride her great plains 'Til the end of my days But she's all cut-and-dry now And the trails are all gone I've been to Yellowstone Park In an automobile But I can still see 'em swimming Boys, I can still hear 'em running I came off of the trails When cowboys was king My name is Bob Fudge I died in Montana