Gone Girl - Johnny Cash

She is deliciously tall sort of a long girl

She is delightfully small sort of a song girl

She freely admits to the world that she was a wrong girl

That’s nothing compare to the fact that she is a gone girl

Gone like a knock on the door, gone with yesterday and before

Gone with the wind for ever more

She’d never laid claim to the fact that she was a strong girl

So why should I loudly proclaim that she was a wrong girl

I’d rather think of her name as some sort of song girl

And think poetical things to think of my gone girl