St. Louis Blues: Long Gone from Bowling Green - Eartha Kitt

Pops, did you hear the story of long John Dean?

Not yet drummer

A bold bank robber from Bowlin' Green

Was sent to the jail house yesterday

But late last night he made his getaway

He was long gone from Kentucky

Long gone, ain’t he lucky?

Long gone, what I mean

A long gone John from Bowlin' Green

Long John stood on the railroad tie

Waitin' for freight train to come by

Freight train came by puffin' and flyin'

Oughta seen long John grabbin' that blind

He was long gone from Kentucky

Long gone, ain’t he lucky?

Long gone, what I mean

Long gone John from Bowlin' Green

They caught him in Frisco to seal his fate

At San Quentin they jailed him one evening late

But out on the ocean, John did escape

'Cause the guards forgot to close the Golden Gate

He was long gone from Kentucky

Long gone, ain’t he lucky?

Long gone, what I mean

A long gone John from Bowlin' Green

While they offered a reward to bring him back

Even put bloodhounds on his track

Those doggone bloodhounds lost his scent

Now nobody knows where John went

He was long gone from Kentucky

Long gone, ain’t he lucky?

Long gone, what I mean

A long gone John from Bowlin' Green

A gang of men tried to capture Dean

So they chased him with a submarine

Dean jumped overboard and grabbed the submarine

And made that gang catch a flyin' machine

He’s long gone from Kentucky

A long gone, that boy’s lucky?

A long gone, what I mean

A long gone John from Bowlin' Green

He’s long gone, I said from Kentucky

Long gone, hmm that boy’s lucky

Long gone, yeah he’s got nothing in the head

Long gone, long gone