[Wyclef — Spoken]
I wanna dedicate this song, Gone ‘Til November…
To all you ladies out there, crying all alone in your room
And all you fellas, going down south…Not making it back…
May the lord bless your soul, I love you girl
[Wyclef — Chorus]
Every time I make a run
Girl you turn around and cry
I ask myself, why oh why?
See you must understand
I can’t work a nine to five
So I’ll be Gone…’Til November