Gone Til November (Pop Version) — текст песни (Jean Wyclef)

[Wyclef - Spoken]
I wanna dedicate this song, Gone `Til November...
To all you ladies out there, crying all alone in your room
And all you fellas, going down south...Not making it back...
May the lord bless your soul, I love you girl

[Wyclef - Chorus]
Every time I make a run
Girl you turn around and cry
I ask myself, why oh why?
See you must understand
I can`t work a nine to five
so I`ll be Gone...`Til November

Said I`ll be Gone `Til November
I`ll be Gone `Til November
Yo, tell my girl yo I`ll be Gone `Til November
I`ll be Gone `Til November
I`ll be Gone `Til November
Yo, tell my girl yo I`ll be Gone `Til November
January, February, March, April, May...
I see you crying, but girl I can`t stay
I`ll be Gone `Til November
I`ll be Gone `Til November...
And give a kiss to my mother...

[Wyclef - Verse One]
Girl I gotta leave, please don`t cry
When I come back, you know the limit`s the sky
I`ll take you out to dinner, to your favorite spot
Feed you an aphrodisiac just to get you hot
Drive-by movies, by a cemetary
If my corpse could talk then I would tell you I was sorry
Lifestyles of The Rich & Famous,
Some die with a name, some die nameless

[Chorus 1x]

[Wyclef - Verse Two]
We had nothin`
I had to do something
So I`m Knocking On Heaven`s Door, like I`m Bob Dylan
Ever comtemplating, the charges I`m facing
My new-born son, I hope I see his graduation
Take him to the movies, by the cemetary
If my corpse could talk then I would tell him, I was sorry
Lifestyles of The Rich & Famous
Some die with a name, some die nameless!

[Chorus 1x]