Once I go I’m gone

I left all my silver at home.

Girl on the platform sniffles

and giggles and sniffs

Some more. Ain’t she

the Queen of the Blues, laughing

right through it like that? I’m

on my way I’m on my way.

Don’t I know it, I’m about to be buried without my silver.

What glorious decay I’ll be,

No man-made mark to outlast me.

When I’m gone I’m gone.

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