I woke up this mornin in the big ole bed we share.
Sissy walked into our room and saw you wasn’t there.
She took me to the drugstore, she colored my faded hair.
Her tight blue jeans look good on me, now darlin you better beware!
The Goose has left the Gander too many times alone.
When Hell Freezes Over Darlin … that’s when we’ll be home!
We packed our things in garbage bags, crammed all we could in the car.
I threw our keys out in the street as we passed Gilleys Bar.
We knew you’d be there with her, bet she’s sittin on your lap.
You’re all hers now honey, cause we ain’t comin back!
The Goose Has Left The Gander too many times alone.
When Hell Freezes Over Darlin … that’s when we’ll be home!
The two of us will find our way into a brand new life.
We sure don’t need a man like you and you don’t need a wife.
The Goose Has Left The Gander too many times alone.
When Hell Freezes Over Darlin … that’s when we’ll be home!
Oh Yes! When Hell Freezes Over Darlin … that’s when we’ll be home!
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