Gone Till November (Pop version) - Wyclef Jean

I wanna dedicate this song, 'Gone Till November'

To all you ladies out there, crying all alone in your room

And all you fellas, going down south, not making it back

May the Lord bless your soul, I love you girl

Every time I make a run, girl you turn around and cry

I ask myself, why oh why? See you must understand

I can't work a nine to five, so I'll be gone till November

Said I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November

Yo tell my girl, yo I'll be gone till November

I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November

Yo tell my girl, yo I'll be gone till November

January, February, March, April, May

I see you crying but girl I can't stay

I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November

And give a kiss to my mother

Girl I gotta leave, please don't cry

When I come back, you know the limit's the sky

I'll take you out to dinner, to your favorite spot

Feed you an aphrodisiac just to get you hot

Drive-by movies by a cemetery

If my corpse could talk then I would tell you I was sorry

'Lifestyles of The Rich & Famous'

Some die with a name, some die nameless

Every time I make a run, girl you turn around and cry

I ask myself, why oh why? See you must understand

I can't work a nine to five, so I'll be gone till November

Said I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November

Yo tell my girl, yo I'll be gone till November

I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November

Yo tell my girl, yo I'll be gone till November

January, February, March, April, May

I see you crying but girl I can't stay

I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November

And give a kiss to my mother

We had nothin', I had to do something

So I'm 'Knocking On Heaven's Door' like I'm Bob Dylan

Ever contemplating, the charges I'm facing

My new born son, I hope I see his graduation

Take him to the movies by the cemetery

If my corpse could talk then I would tell him, I was sorry

'Lifestyles of The Rich & Famous'

Some die with a name, some die nameless

Every time I make a run, girl you turn around and cry

I ask myself, why oh why? See you must understand

I can't work a nine to five, so I'll be gone till November

Said I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November

Yo tell my girl, yo I'll be gone till November

I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November

Yo tell my girl, yo I'll be gone till November

January, February, March, April, May

I see you crying but girl I can't stay

I'll be gone till November, I'll be gone till November

And give a kiss to my mother