I wanna dedicate this song, 'Gone Till November'. To all you ladies out there, crying all alone in your room. And all you fellas, going down south, not making it back.
I dedicate this record the carnival to all you brothers takin' long trips. Down south, Virginia, Baltimore all round the world. And your girl gets this message that you ain't comin' back.
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 9 to 5. So I'll be gone 'til November.