I'm Gone

I'm out of my mind on John Barleycorn
He's such a physician his fingers are warm
Of my inhibitions i have been shorn
And I'm gone, gone, gone

All of my fear and most of my pain
Ran hand in hand to catch the last train
From Waverley station and while I remain
I'm still gone, gone, gone ah whisky head
You're mine to take to bed ah whisky head

Young women and men please listen to me
They tell you that drinking
Can't set you free well here I am standing
And I disagree ‘Cause I'm gone, gone, gone

I'm out of my mind on John Barleycorn
He's such a physician his fingers are warm
Of my inhibitions i have been shorn
And I'm gone, gone gone gonegone…gone
Gonegone…gone aaaa-a ahhh