Fare thee well, my own true love. I`m leavin` the first hour of the morn. I`m bound off for the bay of Mexico and maybe the coast of Californ.
Chorus: So, fare them well, my own true love. We`ll meet another day, another time. It`s not the leavin` that`s grievin` me, but my true love whose bound to stay behind.
The weather is against me and the wind blows hard and the rain, she`s a-turnin` into hail, But I still might strike it lucky on a highway going West though I`m travelin` the path-beaten trail.
I`ll write you a letter from time to time. As I ramble you can travel with me, too. With my hands in my head and my heart, my love, I will send what I know back home to you.
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There`s a place I`ve heard of where I might as well be bound. It`s down around Mexican plain. And they say that the people are all friendly down there. All they ask of you is your name.
I`ll tell you of the laughter and the troubles be their somebody else`s or my own. With my hands in my pocket and my coat collar high, I will travel unnoticed and unknown.
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