Going, Going, Gone - Acoustic
Some things in life are meant to fly
And others, they were born to run
You can't tie them up and leave 'em
Like the changin' of the seasons
Good things, they come and then they go
Like a runaway Southbound train
Like an Arizona desert rain
Like lightnin' in the sky
Like fireworks in July
Like a left field home run ball
Like a whiskey shot at last call
It's like she was made for movin' on
That girl is goin', goin', gone
I can say it wasn't meant to be
Maybe meant to be's misunderstood
I can't hold on to lettin' go
Or change the way the river flows
Lovin' her's like ropin' in the wind
Like a runaway Southbound train
Like an Arizona desert rain
Like lightnin' in the sky
Like fireworks in July
Like a left field home run ball
Like a whiskey shot at last call
It's like she was made for movin' on
That girl is goin', goin', gone
She ain't got one bit of stick around
No sense in tryin' to slow her down
Like a runaway Southbound train
Like an Arizona desert rain
Like lightnin' in the sky
Like fireworks in July
Like a left field home run ball
Like a whiskey shot at last call
It's like she was made for movin' on
That girl is goin', goin', gone
Goin', goin', gone
Goin', goin', gone
And others, they were born to run
You can't tie them up and leave 'em
Like the changin' of the seasons
Good things, they come and then they go
Like a runaway Southbound train
Like an Arizona desert rain
Like lightnin' in the sky
Like fireworks in July
Like a left field home run ball
Like a whiskey shot at last call
It's like she was made for movin' on
That girl is goin', goin', gone
I can say it wasn't meant to be
Maybe meant to be's misunderstood
I can't hold on to lettin' go
Or change the way the river flows
Lovin' her's like ropin' in the wind
Like a runaway Southbound train
Like an Arizona desert rain
Like lightnin' in the sky
Like fireworks in July
Like a left field home run ball
Like a whiskey shot at last call
It's like she was made for movin' on
That girl is goin', goin', gone
She ain't got one bit of stick around
No sense in tryin' to slow her down
Like a runaway Southbound train
Like an Arizona desert rain
Like lightnin' in the sky
Like fireworks in July
Like a left field home run ball
Like a whiskey shot at last call
It's like she was made for movin' on
That girl is goin', goin', gone
Goin', goin', gone
Goin', goin', gone
Credits
Writer(s): Luke Albert Combs, James Mcnair, Ray Fulcher
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