Thursday, September 27, 2012

"So Long, It's Been Good to Know You" Woody Gutherie



So long, it's been good to know yeh;
So long, it's been good to know yeh;
So long, it's been good to know you.
This dusty old dust is ablowin' me home,
I've got to be rollin' along.

I'll sing this song, but I'll sing it again,
Of the place that I lived on the west Texas plains,
In the city of Pampa, the county of Gray,
here's what all the people there say:

Well, it's so long, it's been good to know yeh;
So long, it's been good to know yeh;
So long, it's been good to know you.
This dusty old dust is blowin' me home,
I've got to be driftin' along.

Anyway, like I told yeh, the old
dust storm hit there, and these people all congregated
in their little houses, and in the room in the house that I was in there was 12 or 15 people and while we
was there, tellin' each other so long, it's been good to
know you, the dusty old dust is ablowin' me home, and
I ain't got long to stay, I gotta be driftin' along

Well, here's what happened:

The telephone rang, an' it jumped off the wall,
That was the preacher, payin' his call.
He said, "Look at the shape that the world is in,
I've got a cut price on salvation and sin!"

So long, it's been good to know yeh;
So long, it's been good to know yeh;
So long, it's been good to know you.
This dusty old dust is adrivin' me home,
And I've gotta be driftin' along.

The church houses were jammed and packed,
People were settin' from front to the back,
It was so dusty the preacher couldn't read his text,
So he folded his specs, an' he took up collection,

Said...
So long, it's been good to know yeh;
So long, it's been good to know yeh;
So long, it's been good to know you.
This dusty old dust is a rollin' me home,
Gotta to be driftin' along.