D                          G        D
Oh it's fare thee well my darlin' true,
D                                     A7
I'm leavin' in the first hour of the morn.
D                            G   D
I'm bound off for the bay of Mexico
              A7         D
Or maybe the coast of California

         A7                G        D
So it's fare thee well my own true love,                    
                                  A7
We'll meet another day, another time.                       
               D
It ain't the leavin'                                                              
          G      D
That's a-grievin' me                                                  
                      A7      D
But my true love who's bound to stay behind.         
                                                                                 
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D                                     G          D
Oh the weather is against me and the wind blows hard
D                                  A7
And the rain she's a-turnin' into hail.
D                                     G           D
I still might strike it lucky on a highway goin' west,
D                          A7           D
Though I'm travelin' on a path beaten trail.

D                                G      D
I will write you a letter from time to time,
D                                      A7
As I'm ramblin' you can travel with me too.
D                              G          D
With my head, my heart and my hands, my love,
D                    A7                D
I will send what I learn back home to you.

D                                      G     D
I will tell you of the laughter and of troubles,
D                              A7
Be them somebody else's or my own.
D                                   G           D
With my hands in my pockets and my coat collar high,
D                A7            D
I will travel unnoticed and unknown.

D                                   G                D
I've heard tell of a town where I might as well be bound,
D                                  A7
It's down around the old mexican plains.
                   D                 G      D
They say that the people are all friendly there
D                          A7    D
And all they ask of you is your name.