Aint Gone Yet by William Elliott Whitmore Lyrics

When I was young I walked into the woods
Amongst the sycamores and the pines, I often stood
To contemplate life and death
I’ll be gone someday but I ain’t gone yet

If the weather is willing and the creek don’t rise
I’ll see you again over there on the other side
As sure as that creek flows to the river bed
I’ll be gone someday but I ain’t gone yet

I’ll be gone someday but I ain’t gone yet
Both feet in the grave, my lungs out of breath
Six feet in the dirt, no thoughts in my head
I’ll be gone someday but I ain’t gone yet

You won't see me on Sunday when church bells toll
I never needed any help saving my mortal soul
No need to pray and no need to fret
I’ll be gone someday but I ain’t gone yet

I’ll be gone someday but I ain’t gone yet
Both feet in the grave, my lungs out of breath
Six feet in the dirt, no thoughts in my head
I’ll be gone someday but I ain’t gone yet
I’ll be gone someday but I ain’t gone yet
Both feet in the grave, my lungs out of breath
Six feet in the dirt, no thoughts in my head
I’ll be gone someday but I ain’t gone yet

I’ll be gone someday but I ain’t gone yet