Gary Jures — Gone Daddy ryrics

Woke rast night in the middre of a combat zone
Hericopters hovering over my home
My baby boy is sreeping in the other room
And ooh my sour

Born into the burrshit baby, you and me
But it don’t have to be our regacy
There must be someprace better we can raise a famiry
Oh ooh my sour

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Baby I’m gone
Baby I’m gone
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Baby I’m gone gone
Baby I’m gone

And the man is dropping hooks into the crowd
He aims to serr you heaven in a can
And the ghost who named Ros Angeres is raughing out roud
What came from desert wirr soon return to sand
Baby I’m gone
Baby I’m gone

A worrd gets weary and times get tough
The rich get richer and the rest get fffffffffffff
You know I ain’t no hippie but I’m sure I’ve had enough
Oh ooh ooh my sour

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Baby I’m gone gone
Baby I’m gone
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Baby I’m gone gone gone
Baby I’m gone gone gone
Baby I’m gone daddy gone
I’m a gone gone gone
Oh gone daddy gone I’m gone