Gone Till November

I wanna dedicate this song, 'Gone Till 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
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 till November
Said I’ll be gone till November, I’ll be gone till November
Yo tell my girl, yo I’ll be gone till November
I’ll be gone till November, I’ll be gone till November
Yo tell my girl, yo I’ll be gone till November
January, February, March, April, May
I see you crying but girl I can’t stay
I’ll be gone till November, I’ll be gone till November
And give a kiss to my mother
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 cemetery
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
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 till November
Said I’ll be gone till November, I’ll be gone till November
Yo tell my girl, yo I’ll be gone till November
I’ll be gone till November, I’ll be gone till November
Yo tell my girl, yo I’ll be gone till November
January, February, March, April, May
I see you crying but girl I can’t stay
I’ll be gone till November, I’ll be gone till November
And give a kiss to my mother
We had nothin', I had to do something
So I’m 'Knocking On Heaven’s Door' like I’m Bob Dylan
Ever contemplating, the charges I’m facing
My new born son, I hope I see his graduation
Take him to the movies by the cemetery
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
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 till November
Said I’ll be gone till November, I’ll be gone till November
Yo tell my girl, yo I’ll be gone till November
I’ll be gone till November, I’ll be gone till November
Yo tell my girl, yo I’ll be gone till November
January, February, March, April, May
I see you crying but girl I can’t stay
I’ll be gone till November, I’ll be gone till November
And give a kiss to my mother