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

Gone...gone…gone

Gone...gone…gone

Aaaaaaahhhhh