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So Long, Its Been Good To Know Yuh    (1940)

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
This dusty old dust is a-blowin' me home
And I got to be rollin' along

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

Well, it's 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
This dusty old dust is a-blowin' me home
I got to be driftin' along

A dust storm hit, an' it hit like thunder
It dusted us over, an' it covered us under
Blocked out the traffic an' blocked out the sun
Straight for home all the people did run
Singin'

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
This dusty old dust is a-drivin' me home
And I got to be driftin' along

We talked of the end of the world, and then
We'd sing a song an' then sing it again
We'd sit for an hour an' not say a word
And then these words would be heard:

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
This dusty old dust is a-drivin' me home
And I got to be driftin' along

Sweethearts sat in the dark and sparked
They hugged and kissed in that dusty old dark
They sighed and cried, hugged and kissed
Instead of marriage, they talked like this
"Honey..."

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
This dusty old dust is a-drivin' my home
And I got to be driftin' along

Now, the telephone rang, an' it jumped off the wall
That was the preacher, a-makin' his call
He said, "Kind friend, this may be the end
An' you got your last chance of salvation of sin!"

The churches was jammed, and the churches was packed
An' that dusty old dust storm blowed so black
Preacher could not read a word of his text
An' he folded his specs, an' he took up collection
Said:

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
This dusty old dust is a-drivin' me home
And I got to be driftin' along

Lyrics by Woody Guthrie.
Recorded by Woody Guthrie.
© Copyright 1940 (renewed), 1950 (renewed), 1951 (renewed) by Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc. & TRO-Ludlow Music, Inc. (BMI)

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