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Brad Paisley

I opened my eyes, look at the clock,
It says eight fifteen,
Stumble out of bed, fumble down the hall,
Still half asleep.

Opened up a window, opened up the paper,
And put some coffee on, grab two cups,
Oh yeah, you're gone.

Shower and shave, take a little time to read the news,
Sort through the mail,
See something about some sale they're having on women's shoes,

Billy's band is playing at the Canyon Club on Friday,
I bet they sing our song, and maybe we can go,
Oh yeah, you're gone.

This is gonna take some getting used to baby,
I'm gonna need more time,
Because I still say us when I ought to say me,
I still say ours instead of mine,
Every plan I make, every road I take,
I still see you riding along,
And then suddenly it hits me,
Oh yeah, you're gone.

This is gonna take some getting used to baby,
I think I need more time,
Because I, still say us, when I ought to say me,
I still say ours instead of mine,
Every plan I make, every road I take,
I still see you riding along,
And then suddenly it hits me,
Oh yeah, you're gone.

Oh there ain't no doubt about it baby,
Oh yeah, you're gone.

Written by BRAD PAISLEY, ROBBEN FORD
Published by BUG MUSIC

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