I worked on this a long time ago. There was another forum that I can't find now. Then I was writing gospel so I am not certain this is the final form or not. Back Pages, this is the longest of my fragments. The first and second verse may need to be reversed in position.
Get Gone Blues
When he finally appears
Does he think she hasn't known
While he's drinkin' beer
She's been alone, telephoned
"She calls, tell her I ain't here"
Now I say you choose
Do you want to do wrong
Well, I guess you lose
I got the get gone, get along,
Get out of my sight blues
She hears the door open
And the loud, loud sound
Of the rooster crowin'
He has been down, been around,
Been out all night again
Now I say you choose
Do you want to do wrong
Well, I guess you lose
I got the get gone, get along,
Get out of my sight blues
There's the smell of perfume
Smudge of lipstick on his tie
But to her, that's nothing new
He has swift lies, alibis,
He'll sing her a song or two
Now I say you choose
Do you want to do wrong
Well, I guess you lose
I got the get gone, get along,
Get out of my sight blues
When you choose
To do wrong
You lose