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Fare thee well, my own true love
I′m leavin' 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 leavin′
That's grievin′ 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 turnin' into hail
But I still might strike it lucky on a highway goin′ west
Though I'm travelin' the path-beaten trail
I′ll write you a letter from time to time
As I′m ramblin', 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 leavin′
That's grievin′ 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 collar 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 leavin'
That′s grievin' me
But my true love who's bound

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