Farewell

Well there’s something that I’ve noticed boys as I walk around this town.
That life is run off money boys and it’s starting to get me down.
There’s a girl way up north somewhere I’d really like to see
But that chilly wind is not in store for me.

Chorus:

And its farewell to old Monty
And its farewell to the lads
Farewell to old Taft Street the best times we’ve ever had
And its farewell to the lasses and farewell to my friends
All good things must come to an end.

Well I’ve seen the old central and its churning’ around the curve
With a silhouette like Son House as he’s straining every nerve
And I wish I could be on it boys but that’s just not to be
There ain’t nothing boys in this old life that’s free.

Chorus

Farewell, it’s time to hit the road.
Farewell to the children
Farewell to the strife
Farewell to my family
Farewell to this cruel life
I said farewell

It’s time for your Tramps to hit the road…