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Gone, Gone Blues

The Charlie Daniels Band
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I'm going down to Louisiana I'm going to carry me a pistol and a frying pan Yes I am I'm going down to Louisiana I'm going to carry me a pistol and a frying pan I'm going to cook me up a mess of catfish Shoot that lawyer that stole my land Well, I got busted in Biloxi I spent two nights in the county jail Yeah, I got busted in Biloxi I spent two nights in the county jail Sleeping on that cold hard concrete My so-called friends wouldn't pull my bail When I get to Mississippi All you hustlers better run When I get down to Mississippi You hot-shot hustlers better run 'Cause I'm going to stop in Indianola I'm going to put a bullet in my gun I got them gone, gone, gone, gone Hurting on the outside, crying on the inside blues I got them gone, gone, gone, gone Hurting on the outside, crying on the inside blues From my silver belly Stetson To the soles of my Lucchese snakeskin boots From my silver belly Stetson To the soles of my Lucchese snakeskin boots