I was taught to be proud of where I come fromAnd I'm so
sad that I'm the only one.
Like a cold preacher boy talking only to himself
How did he think that he got to promised lands?
Sometimes I'm confused and I don't know where I'm
going,
Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing.
I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here,
But I never see her coming and I miss her when she
disappears.
Gone, gone, gone,
Not gone for long,
If you're taught to be proud of where you come from.
Gone, gone, gone,
Not gone for long,
If you're taught to be proud of where you come from.
It's hard to be cool when you're playing for the
prophets;
They really know if you got it or you lost it.
I'll sing this song but I don't know where it came
from,
Reminds me of a mountainside to stand upon and gently
hum.
Gone, gone, gone,
Not gone for long,
If you're taught to be proud of where you come from.
Gone, gone, gone,
Not gone for long,
If you're taught to be proud of where you come from.
Sometimes I'm confused
I don't know where I'm going,
Mistaking gentle rivers for that cold wind a-blowing.
And I'm always sure of an angel when she gets here,
But I never see her coming and I miss her when she
disappears.
Gone, gone, gone,
Not gone for long,
If you're taught to be proud of where you come from.
Gone, gone, gone,
Not gone for long,
If you're taught to be proud of where you come from.
