Already Gone (by Butch Hancock)
You don’t know what you’re missing with your endless supplies
Of that infinite variety of the same old merchandise
She was standin’ in the corner – actin’ lonely and lazy
He had no way to warn her – why he was feelin’ so crazy
He just went out and he bought the fastest bike he could buy
Popped a wheelie in the alley – aimed it straight for the sky
He bit the dust on the highway – doin’ ninety, ninety-five
Just east of Albuquerque – singin’ sweet by and by
He followed her down – she took him for granted
He showed her his heart – she showed him the door
He showed her the road – she said I don’t understand it
When he died he was thinkin’ – baby here’s what it’s for
I asked my angel – if heaven was near
She said it’s closer than it looks
But you can’t get there from here
Where can you go? – when you’re already gone
Where can you go? – when you’re already gone
Peabody and your government – got no respect for this earth
They wanna move the Indians again from the very land of their birth
They wanna move big mountain – and cut the coal out from under
They don’t know about sunshine – they never listen to thunder
You know who “they” are – aw, but who are you?
To let them do this to a people – who’d never do this to you?
Would you follow them down – to the skids and the slums
Take somebody from a circle – turn ‘em into a bum
The great spirit’s with you – to the end of the earth
When ya die you’ll be thinkin’ – what the hell was it worth?
I asked my angel – if heaven was near
She just closed her eyes
You can’t get there from here
Where can you go? – when you’re already gone
Where can you go? – when you’re already gone
In the city of angels – I once caught a thief
He was 20 years off the reservation, the cops all called him chief
It’s more than mind over matter – it’s your body and soul
The last rung on the ladder – the poor and hungry and cold
It’s the moon above the mountains – it’s the snow on the ground
It’s a smokeless horizon – someone you don’t let down
But it’s those hearts that can’t feel – it’s those arms that won’t reach
And it’s sad but it’s real – these ain’t just figures of speech
America lies – from border to border
Signs treaties in disguise – forgets natures law and order
Rebuilds here statute of liberty – and has the band play a song
For another statute that’s cryin’ – where did I go wrong?
I asked my angel – if heaven was near ...
Butch Hancock , 1993
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