Fare thee well, my own true love. i'm leavin' the first hour of
I'm bound off for the bay of mexico and maybe the coast of
So, fare them well, my own true love. we'll meet another day,
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.
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.