(Lynott)

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The boom time it is over

A ghost town is all that's left here

The gold rush it is over

And depression days draw near



Tonight after sundown

I'm going to pack my case

I leave without a sound

Disappear without a trace



I'm going southbound



Drifting like a drover

Chasing my career

From the ships docked in the harbour

New horizons will appear



Tumbling with the tumbleweed

Down the open road

Taking only what I need

Before my head explodes



I'm going southbound



Hey, you're not getting any younger

The wild west has already been won

Northern lights are growing colder

And the old eastern ways are gone



So tonight after sundown

You must go from this place

Without a tear, without a frown

Disappear without a trace