G C
I met a pretty girl on my way to the station
G C D
Tellin' her I'm headin' down the line
G C
Next thing I know we're knockin' boots together
G D G
She's tellin' me that Pullman's just fine
Well two years gone by and I get them evil yearnins
Don't need that picket fence around my yard
I tell my baby my stays been too long
Come with me or yer'll be wishin' I weren't gone
G
I weren't gone
C
I weren't gone
G C D
Now yer wishin' I weren't gone
G C G
Pulled out of Pullman back in nineteen ninety four and
G D G
Now yer wishin' I weren't gone
Well I moved to Californy I learned me a trade
Get home from work then sing till dawn
Once in a while I think of my baby
Knowin' that she's wishin' I weren't gone.
Chorus
Jam
Chorus
Drivin' back to Pullman, ridin'' that Palouse
Thought I'd get my baby on the phone
She lives in a mansion way up on a hill
Didn't even notice I weren't gone
I weren't gone
I weren't gone
Now I'm wishin' I weren't gone
Pulled out of Pullman back in nineteen ninety four and
G C
Now I'm wishin' I weren't
G C
Now I'm wishin' I weren't
G D G
Now I'm wishin' I weren't gone
