Long Gone ©2004 Richard March Riding on a Union P rail, rolling fast. Through a window prairie blows by, with her past. Ghostly reflection in a windowpane, 'minds her she brought nothing but her name. Now she's Long gone, left it behind, all she's ever known. Momma died this Sunday last, she left Monday noon. Go child, while you still can. Boys'll make their way. Find your piece of happiness 'fore your old and gray. Arriving in a capitol town, Golden State Found herself a boarding house job, decent pay All eyes were asking but she declined. 'Til his eyes woke something deep inside Riding on the delta boat, King, rolling slow. Staring through the stern wheel steam, who would know She'd leave him lying, in his dreams. Wake to find, it ain't been what it seemed. Now she's Long gone left him behind, high in a mountain wood. He thought she'd be there for life, knew she never could. Go child, while you still can. Boys'll make their way. Find your piece of happiness, 'fore your old and gray. You got something more to say Better go ‘fore your dying day.