| Oh it’s fare thee well my darlin' true, |
| 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 it’s fare thee well my own true love, |
| We’ll meet another day, another time. |
| It ain’t the leavin' |
| That’s a-grievin' me But my true love who’s bound to stay behind. |
| Oh the weather is against me and the wind blows hard |
| And the rain she’s a-turnin' into hail. |
| I still might strike it lucky on a highway goin' west, |
| Though I’m travelin' on a path beaten trail. |
| So it’s fare thee well my own true love, |
| We’ll meet another day, another time. |
| It ain’t the leavin' |
| That’s a-grievin' me But my true love who’s bound to stay behind. |
| I will write you a letter from time to time, |
| As I’m ramblin' you can travel with me too. |
| With my head, my heart and my hands, my love, |
| I will send what I learn back home to you. |
| So it’s fare thee well my own true love, |
| We’ll meet another day, another time. |
| It ain’t the leavin' |
| That’s a-grievin' me But my true love who’s bound to stay behind. |
| I will tell you of the laughter and of troubles, |
| Be them somebody else’s or my own. |
| With my hands in my pockets and my coat collar high, |
| I will travel unnoticed and unknown. |
| So it’s fare thee well my own true love, |
| We’ll meet another day, another time. |
| It ain’t the leavin' |
| That’s a-grievin' me But my true love who’s bound to stay behind. |
| I’ve heard tell of a town where I might as well be bound, |
| It’s down around the old Mexican plains. |
| They say that the people are all friendly there |
| And all they ask of you is your name. |
| So it’s fare thee well my own true love, |
| We’ll meet another day, another time. |
| It ain’t the leavin' |
| That’s a-grievin' me But my true love who’s bound to stay behind. |