Our love is dead and gone,
You left me here, so I'll sing this song,
Pretty little girl with the red dress on,
Our love is dead and gone.

Softly, slowly,
You hear my voice in the rain
But it's not the same
It's like Kurt Cobain,
Oh wait,
His brains are scattered in the rain

Oh, our love is dead and gone,
You left me here to sing a song,
Pretty little girl with the red dress on,
Our love is dead and gone.

Alright!
Look at my shoes,
It ain't like the walking blues, baby!
It ain't worth a fight, too much to lose,
I'm running blue.

Well, I've got some running blues,
Run back to Louisiana
Well, I've got the running blues,
Run back to Massachusetts

Our love is dead and gone,
You left me here, so I'll sing a song,
Pretty little girl with the red dress on,
Our love is dead and gone.