So long, it's been good to know yuh; So long, it's been good to know yuh; So long, it's been good to know yuh. What a long time since I've been home, And I've gotta be driftin' along.
I've sung this song, and I'll sing it again Of the place where I lived, on the wild windy plain In a month called April, a county called Gray Here is what all of the people there say: (Well, it's...)
cho: So long, it's been good to know yuh; So long, it's been good to know yuh; So long, it's been good to know yuh. But this dusty old dust is a-gettin' my home And I've gotta be driftin' along.
Well the dust storm came, it came like thunder It dusted us over, it dusted us under; It blocked all the traffic and blocked out the sun, And straightway for home all the people did run (singin'...)
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The sweethearts sat in the dark and they sparked, They hugged and they kissed in that dusty old dark; They sighed and they cried and they hugged and they kissed But instead of marriage, they were talkin' like this: (Honey,...)
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The telephone rang. It jumped off the wall, That was the preacher, a-makin' his call. He said, "Kind friends, this may the end You have your last chance at salvation from sin!"
cho: (optional this time)
Well, the churches was jammed and the churches was packed, But that dusty old dust storm it blew so black That the preacher could not read a word of his text, So he folded his specs, took up a collection, (Sayin'...)