GOING, GOING, GONE
Words & Music by Al Kooper & Dan Penn
I went to put my old boots on this mornin
They was cracked on the side,
Had a hole straight through the sole,
I went downtown to the store where I first bought 'em
They said: "Al, they don't make any boots like that no 'mo..."
Now, thats the way my whole life just seem to be goin', people
Like the world be playin some big ass joke on me
Ya know they just tore down the theater where I saw my first movie
One day it was there,
Next day you couldn't even tell where it used to be
GOIN', GOIN', GONE
The things we took for granted that we always counted on
If ya had a million dollars ya couldn't even try 'em on
Today ya can't find no boots like that cause
They're GOIN', GOIN', GONE....
We used to fall in love to that deep soul music
It was the voices of the angels and they never told you no lies
Now ya got pimps, gangstas, bigtime rappers
They made the whole damn thing disappear right before our eyes
GOIN', GOIN', GONE
The things we took for granted that we always counted on
And now you only hear that music on some oldies marathons
Pretty soon it won't even be there no mo
It's going going gone
I used to think I had my whole life before me
And in some small way I could change things all around
But now I feel that most people just ignore me
I got one foot in the gutter
And the other foot in the ground
GOIN', GOIN', GONE
Things we took for granted that we always counted on
I'd rather play this old guitar than to strap some new one on
I guess I'll play my song this way
Til Im GOIN GOIN GONE
Even that beatup pillow I love to lay my head upon
Will someday be my tombstone
When I'm GOIN', GOIN', GONE
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