My brother and I used to go down to George's Bar, and drink big O's until they close down the place, we'd talk about our live long ambitions,
I still recall the smile upon his face.
He took off for the bright lights of Austin,
Said Pat don't you know there ain't no money here,
He made a billion bucks selling computers,
I still go down to George's and drink my beer.

He's gone, he may be gone, but I'm still here.
He's gone, he may be gone, but I'm still here.

There was this curly headed girl back in the seventh grade,
She didn't even know she caught my eye,
We dated for a while back in high school,
I thought that one day she'd be my wife.
The road took a turn it was somewhere around eighteen,
She took off to find her own way,
Feelin for some Nashville high roller,
I just know he gonna break her heart one day.

She's gone, she may be gone, but I'm still here,
She's gone, she may be gone, but I'm still here.

I used to go to my grandpas house every Sunday, we'd watch the Dukes of Hazard on TV,
Sit around sometimes he'd tell us stories, about how simple life used to be.
My grandpa died a year ago last Sunday, I thought to myself he was one helluva' man (he was a helluva man),
And I know when the darkness surrounds me,
He reaches out and he takes my hand.

He's gone, he may be gone, but I'm still here,
He's gone, yeah hey may be gone, I swear to God that he's still here.

I gotta go down to George's Bar today
I gotta go down to George's Bar today
Gotta go down to George's bar
Gotta go down to George's bar
Gotta Gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta, yeah yeah yeah but I'm still here

Writer : GREEN, PAT
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing