Gone Native, song lyrics

If the letters stop coming
You’ll know I’m dead,
Or I’ve found someone new,
Or the fame’s gone to my head.

If the letters stop coming,
No words from my pen,
You’ll know I’m back on the booze
Or on the road again.

‘Cos Oregon has called me away,
It’s the most chilled out state in the USA,
While I’m gone I’ll write home every day
Until there’s nothing left to say.

If the letters stop coming,
And I guess they will,
You’ll know I’ve gone native,
Succumbed to that north west chill.

‘Cos Oregon has called me away,
It’s the most chilled out state in the USA,
While I’m gone I’ll write home every day,
Until there’s nothing left to say.







Parkstreet