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The boom time it is over |
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A ghost town is all that's left here |
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The gold rush it is over |
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And depression days draw near |
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Tonight after sundown |
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I'm going to pack my case |
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I leave without a sound |
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Disappear without a trace |
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I'm going southbound |
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Drifting like a drover |
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Chasing my career |
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From the ships docked in the harbour |
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New horizons will appear |
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Tumbling with the tumbleweed |
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Down the open road |
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Taking only what i need |
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Before my head explodes |
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I'm going southbound |
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Hey, you're not getting any younger |
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The wild west has already been won |
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Northern lights are growing colder |
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And the old eastern ways are gone |
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So tonight after sundown |
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You must go from this place |
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Without a tear, without a frown |
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Disappear without a trace |