The Gal I Left Behind - Arlo Guthrie

I struck the trail in seventy-nine

The herd strung out behind me

As I jogged along my mind went back

To the gal I left behind

If I ever get off the trail, boys

And the Indians don’t find me

I’ll make my way straight back again

To the gal I left behind me

That sweet little gal, that true little gal

The gal I left behind me

That sweet little gal, that pretty little gal

The gal I left behind me

The wind did blow and the rain did flow

The hail did fall and blind me

And I thought of that gal, that sweet little gal

That gal I’d left behind me

She wrote ahead to a place I said

And I was glad to find it

She says «I'm true, when you get through

Ride back and you will find me»

When we sold out I took the train

I knew that I would find her

When I got back, we had a smack

And that’s no gol-darned liar