I'm Gone - The Proclaimers
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 whiskey head
You're mine to take to bed
Ah whiskey 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
Gone gone gone gone gone aah
