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Woody Guthrie

"So Long, It's Been Good to Know You" (karaoke)

"So Long, It's Been Good to Know You" (sheet music)


I've sung this song, but I'll sing it again

Of the place that I lived, on the wild windy plain,

In the month called April, the county called Gray.

Here's what all of the people there say:

 

So long, it's been good to know you.

So long, it's been good to know you.

So long, it's been good to know you.

This dusty old dust is a-getting my home,

And I've got to be drifting along.

 

A dust storm hit, and it hit like thunder.

It dusted us over; it covered us under.

It blocked out the traffic; it blocked out the sun.

And straight for home all the people did run.

 

(Singing:) So long, it's been good to know you.

So long, it's been good to know you.

So long, it's been good to know you.

This dusty old dust is a-getting my home,

And I've got to be drifting along.

 

The sweethearts sat in the dark and sparked.

They hugged and kissed in that dusty old dark.

They sighed and cried and hugged and kissed.

Instead of marriage, they talked like this:

 

So long, it's been good to know you.

So long, it's been good to know you.

So long, it's been good to know you.

This dusty old dust is a-getting my home,

And I've got to be drifting along.

 

The telephone rang, and it jumped off the wall.

And that was the preacher a-making his call.

He said, "Kind friend, this might be the end:

You've got your last chance at salvation from sin."

 

So long, it's been good to know you.

So long, it's been good to know you.

So long, it's been good to know you.

This dusty old dust is a-getting my home,

And I've got to be drifting along.

 

The church, it was jammed; the church, it was packed.

That dusty old dust storm, it blowed so black

That the preacher could not read a word of his text,

So he folded his specs and took collection.

 

(Singing:) So long, it's been good to know you.

So long, it's been good to know you.

So long, it's been good to know you.

This dusty old dust is a-getting my home,

And I've got to be drifting along.


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