Long Time Gone - Graham Bonnet

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