I've always had a kind of closet jealousy for the folks with the wildly irresponsible lifestyles. Bad stuff happening? Just skedaddle. Sigh. It must be nice.
We had so much fun recording this.
Lyrics
Goodbye, Goodbye ©1999 David Coller (ASCAP)
When I was a kid I used to watch the freight trains
I used to wave to all the hoboes passin’ by
And I used to wonder what it was like to lie down by the fire
Underneath a starry sky
But my father raised me up to be a farmer
Early to rise and early back to bed
So when he told me, “Son, I’m leaving it all to you”
I looked him in the eye and said:
Chorus Goodbye, goodbye, I’m leavin’ and it ain’t no lie
Got a nickel in the pocket of my old sport coat
And it’s down the road I’ll fly
Pretty momma gonna say adieu to Susie
Adios to Sal
Got an agitated urge to travel, so goodbye, so long, farewell
Once I had the yen to end my unemployment
So I went to ask the boss about the pay
And he says it’s easy money
You can start most any day
Take five weeks paid vacation
And an hour and a half at noon
Didn’t take a lot of cogitatin’
To come up with this here tune:
Chorus
I got a letter from my lover in Alaska
The one who loved her liquor in her tea
And she says she’s got a bubbly bouncing baby
And it looks a lot like me
By the time her train was steamin’ towards the station
I was halfway back to Saskatoon
With my old valise and my pork-pie hat
I was whistlin’ this tune:
Chorus
Well they say I’m gonna pay for all my ramblin’
And “Brother, what are you gonna do when you get old?
All you’re gonna get is a pair of worn-out shoes
If you chase that pot of gold.”
But I reckon I’ll keep trekkin’ for the sunset
‘Til Gabriel blows the final curtain down
And the only way I’m likely to settle sooner
Is six feet under ground
Chorus Goodbye, goodbye, I’m leavin’ and it ain’t no lie
Got a nickel in the pocket of my old sport coat
And it’s down the road I’ll fly
Pretty momma gonna say adieu to Susie
Adios to Sal
Got an agitated urge to travel, so goodbye, so long
Goodbye, goodbye, I’m leavin’ and it ain’t no lie
Got a nickel in the pocket of my old sport coat
And it’s down the road I’ll fly
Pretty momma gonna say adieu to Susie
Adi-adios to Sal
Got an agitated urge to travel, so goodbye, so long, farewell