歌词
Fare thee well my own true love
I'm leaving in the first hour of the morn
I'm bound off for the bay of Mexico
Or maybe the coast of Californ'
So fare thee well my own true love
We'll meet another day, another time
It's not the leaving that's grieving me
But my true love who's bound to stay behind
The weather is against me and the wind blows hard
And the rain she's turning into hail
But I still might strike it lucky on a highway going west
Though I'm traveling the path beaten trail
I'll write you a letter from time to time
As I'm rambling 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
So fare thee well my own true love
We'll meet another day, another time
It's not the leaving that's grieving me
But my true love who's bound to stay behind
There's a place that I've heard of where I might as well be bound
It's down around the Mexican plain
And they say that the people all are friendly down there
All they ask of you is your name
I'll tell you of the laughter and the troubles
Be they somebody else's or my own
With my hands in my pocket and my coat cooler high
I will travel unnoticed and unknown
So fare thee well my own true love
We'll meet another day, another time
It's not the leaving that's grieving me
But my true love who's bound to stay behind