Oh, fare thee well, my own true loveI'm leaving the first hour of the mornI'm bound up for the Bay of MexicoOr maybe the coast of CaliforniaSo it's fare thee well, my own true loveWe'll meet another day, another timeIt's not the leaving that's bringing meBut my true love who's bound to stay behindThe weather is against me and the wind blows hardThe rain is turning into hailI still might strike it lucky on a highway going westThough I'm traveling lonesome trailSo it's fare thee well, my own true loveWe'll meet another day, another timeIt's not the leaving that's bringing meBut my true love who's bound to stay behindI've heard tell of a town where I might as well be boundIt's out along the Mexican BayThey say that the people are bound to stay behindThey're all friendly thereAll they ask of you is your nameSo it's fare thee well, my own true loveWe'll meet another day, another timeIt's not the leaving that's bringing meBut my true love who's bound to stay behindSo it's fare thee well, my own true loveThough it's fare thee well, my own true loveWe'll meet another day, another timeIt's not the leaving that's bringing meBut my true love who's bound to stay behindThank you.