Lyrics Long Time Gone - Graham Bonnet

Long Time Gone

His god is his money, the check-book pays favours
Sits poolside on the telephone line
It’s so fine and someday this can be mine
Don’t frown on no poor boys, that’s something too easy
He knows that they’re the next in the line
Making time, they don’t give up and they ain’t dying
For you’re a long time gone, open your eyes my son
This guy is my hero as he counts the zeroes
And waits for one more bottle to chili
Feels so fine, don’t pay no mind about no bills
There’s pennies from heaven, well that’s what he told me
Don’t shelter from the rain as it falls
It feels fine, don’t fill the cup and take it all
Do it
For you’re a long time gone, take while you can my son
Don’t you just turn to stone, yes you’re a long time gone
So don’t go drinking champagne on a low beer budget
Put your hand in the flame, ain’t no fire can burn it
You got one time around, so you better bring that money on home
His god is his money, the check-book pays favours
Sits poolside on the telephone line
It’s so fine and someday this can be mine
It can be yours, it can be mine
For you’re a long time gone, open your eyes my son
Don’t you just turn to stone, for you’re a long time gone
Yes, you’re a long time gone, take while you can my son