Good And Gone

　　Good And Gone - Patty Griffin

　　I'm gonna make sure he's good and gone

　　Gonna make sure he's good and dead

　　Good and gone

　　Good and dead

　　Tonight before I lay my head

　　I'm gonna make sure he knows his place

　　Wipes that smile off of his face

　　Find a away to lay him low

　　I know some things that he don't know

　　Rich man has his money

　　What can a poor man claim?

　　What can a poor man call his own?

　　Pawns of another rich man's game

　　He lights a fire to distract

　　From all the things that we have lost

　　Fiery fingers point and blame

　　And burn into a fiery cross

　　Something so old and on the brink

　　Something so cold and set in stone

　　It's easier than you would think

　　To break him down and break his bones

　　To take his joy

　　That carried on

　　Tear after tear

　　Dawn after dawn

　　To take him from the ones he loved

　　And who loved him

　　And make him gone