[1] Oh it's fare thee well my [4] darlin' [1] true
I'm leavin' the first hour of the [5] morn [2maj] [5]
I'm [1] bound off for the bay of [4] Mexi-[1]-co
Or maybe the [5] coast of Cali-[1]-forn'

So it's [5] fare thee well my [4] own true [1] love
We'll meet another place, another [5] time
It ain't the [1] leavin' that's a--[4]-grievin' me
But my [5] true love that's bound to stay be-[1]-hind

Oh the weather is against me and the wind she blows hard
The rain it's turnin' into hail
I still might strike it lucky on a highway goin' west
Though I'm travelin' on a path beaten trail

I will tell you of the laughter and the troubles I have seen
Be it somebody else's or my own
With my hands in my pockets and my coat collar high
I will travel unnoticed and unknown

I've heard tales of a town that I might as well be bound
It's down around the Mexican plain
They say that the people are all friendly there
And all they ask of you is your name