So Lang It's Been Good to Ya - Woody Guthrie

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 called April, county called Gray

And here’s what all of the people there say

CHORUS: 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-gettin' my home

And 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'

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

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…»

Now, the telephone rang, an' it jumped off the wall

That was the preacher, a-makin' his call

He said, «Kind friend, this may 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-gettin' my home

And I got to be driftin' along