Cifras
Farewell

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Oh it's fare thee well my darlin' true,
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I'm leavin' in the first hour of the morn.
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I'm bound off for the bay of Mexico
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Or maybe the coast of California
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So it's fare thee well my own true love,
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We'll meet another day, another time.
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It ain't the leavin'
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That's a-grievin' me
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But my true love who's bound to stay behind.

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Oh the weather is against me and the wind blows hard
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And the rain she's a-turnin' into hail.
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I still might strike it lucky on a highway goin' west,
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Though I'm travelin' on a path beaten trail.
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I will write you a letter from time to time,
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As I'm ramblin' you can travel with me too.
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With my head, my heart and my hands, my love,
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I will send what I learn back home to you.
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I will tell you of the laughter and of troubles,
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Be them somebody else's or my own.
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With my hands in my pockets and my coat collar high,
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I will travel unnoticed and unknown.
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I've heard tell of a town where I might as well be bound,
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It's down around the old mexican plains.
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They say that the people are all friendly there
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And all they ask of you is your name.