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Fare thee well, my own true love. I'm leavin' the first hour of the morn.
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I'm bound off for the bay of Mexico and maybe the coast of Californ.
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So, fare them well, my own true love. We'll meet another day, another time.
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It's not the leavin' that's grievin' me, but my true love whose bound to stay behind.
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The weather is against me and the wind blows hard and the rain, she's a-turnin' into hail,
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But I still might strike it lucky on a highway going West though I'm travelin' the path-beaten trail.
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I'll write you a letter from time to time. As I ramble you can travel with me, too.
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With my hands in my head and my heart, my love, I will send what I know back home to you.
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There's a place I've heard of where I might as well be bound. It's down around Mexican plain.
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And they say that the people are all friendly down there. All they ask of you is your name.
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I'll tell you of the laughter and the troubles be their somebody else's or my own.
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With my hands in my pocket and my coat collar high, I will travel unnoticed and unknown.
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FAREWELL (FARE THEE WELL MY OWN TRUE LOVE)
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| Bob Dylan |
