3,000 Miles From Here (Album Version)

(Ian Hunter)

Fare thee well, gentle maid,

I'll see you on your way;

And the sun will rise tomorrow

And wash my sins away.

For I know that I've abused you

But I only had a day.

And I know that's why you left me

In your own sad little way -

I am gone - disappeared

But I hear a young dove crying

3000 miles from here.

Some would say you were a loser

'Cause you play a loser's game,

But then if I am a winner,

Why then am I so ashamed?

If you hear a young dove crying,

You'll know it's me to blame.

For I never got her number;

I never knew her name.

Now she's gone - disappeared.

But I hear a young dove crying

3000 miles from here.