Tuesday's Gone by Lynard Skynard

Train roll on, on down the line, 
Won't you please take me far away? 
Now I feel the wind blow outside my door, 
Means I'm leaving my woman behind. 
Tuesday's gone with the wind. 
My woman's gone with the wind.

And I don't know where I'm going. 
I just want to be left alone. 
Well, when this train ends I'll try again,
But I'm leaving my woman at home.

Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
My woman's gone with the wind.

Train roll on many miles from my home,
See, I'm riding my blues away. 
Tuesday, you see, she had to be free
But somehow I've got to carry on.


Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
Tuesday's gone with the wind.
My woman's gone with the wind.