When She's Gone

She walks the mountain roads, knows every neighbor's name

Determined long ago she isn't one for games

You should have seen the other guy when she walked out

She doesn't know the meaning of the phrase "sit still"

She is a force of nature, bends it to her will

Sit by her fire for a while, she keeps it warm

But if you walk the straight and narrow for too long, She'll just move on

She is every winding road from Tennessee up to Vermont

And if you can't make up your mind, get ready to miss her, When she's gone

When she's gone