I've sung this song but I'll sing it again
Of the place that I lived
on the wild windy plains
In the month of April
in a county called Gray
Here's what all of the people there say
Honey, so long,
it's been good to know ya
So long, it's been good to know you
So long, it's been good to know you
The dusty old dust is getting my gold
And I got to be drifting along
Well the dust storm came
and it came up like thunder
It dusted us over and it dusted us under
It blocked out the traffic
and it blocked out the sun
And straight for home all the
people did run
I'm 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
The dusty old gut is getting my gold
And I got to be drifting along
Well, the sweethearts they sat in
the dark and they sparked
They hugged and they kissed
in that dusty old dark
They cried and they sighed
and they hugged and they kissed
But instead of marriage,
they's talking like this.
Honey, 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
the dusty old dust is getting my gold
and I got to be drifting along
Well, telephone rang,
and it jumped off the wall.
That was the preacher,
he's making his call.
He said, find friends,
this may be the end.
You had your last chance,
and salvation is sin.
Well, the church, was jammed,
and the church, was packed.
The dusty old dust storm,
it grew up so black
That preacher could not
read a word of his text
He folded his specs and
took up the collection
Said 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.
The dusty old dust is get
ting my gold.
And I got to be drifting along,
so long.