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 Darling 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 draling who's bound to stay behind.