Woody Guthrie - So long its been good to know you

^CI've sung this song, but I'll ^Fsing it ^Gagain, ^COf the place that I lived on the ^Fwild windy ^Gplains, In the ^Cmonth called ^C7April, ^Fcounty called Gray, And ^Chere's what all of the ^Gpeople there say:

^CSo long, it's been good to know yuh; ^GSo long, it's been good to ^Cknow yuh; ^CSo ^C7long, it's ^Fbeen good to know yuh. This ^Cdusty old dust is a-^Ggettin' my home, And I got to be driftin' ^Calong.

^CA dust storm hit, an' it ^Fhit like ^Gthunder; ^CIt dusted us over, an' it ^Fcovered us ^Gunder; ^CBlocked out the ^C7traffic an' ^Fblocked out the sun, ^CStraight for home all the ^Gpeople did run, singin':

^CSo long, it's been good to know yuh; ^GSo long, it's been good to ^Cknow yuh; ^CSo ^C7long, it's ^Fbeen good to know yuh. This ^Cdusty old dust is a-^Ggettin' my home, And I got to be driftin' ^Calong.

^CWe talked of the end of the ^Fworld, and ^Gthen We'd ^Csing a song an' then ^Fsing it ^Gagain. We'd ^Csit for an ^C7hour an' ^Fnot say a word, And ^Cthen these words ^Gwould be heard:

^CSo long, it's been good to know yuh; ^GSo long, it's been good to ^Cknow yuh; ^CSo ^C7long, it's ^Fbeen good to know yuh. This ^Cdusty old dust is a-^Ggettin' my home, And I got to be driftin' ^Calong.

^CSweethearts sat in the ^Fdark and ^Gsparked, ^CThey hugged and kissed in that ^Fdusty old ^Gdark. They ^Csighed and ^C7cried, ^Fhugged and kissed, ^CInstead of marriage, they ^Gtalked like this: "Honey..."

^CSo long, it's been good to know yuh; ^GSo long, it's been good to ^Cknow yuh; ^CSo ^C7long, it's ^Fbeen good to know yuh. This ^Cdusty old dust is a-^Ggettin' my home, And I got to be driftin' ^Calong.

Now, the ^Ctelephone rang, an' it ^Fjumped off the ^Gwall, ^CThat was the preacher, a-^Fmakin' his ^Gcall. He said, "^CKind ^C7friend, this ^Fmay be the end; An' you ^Cgot your last chance of ^Gsalvation of sin!"

^CSo long, it's been good to know yuh; ^GSo long, it's been good to ^Cknow yuh; ^CSo ^C7long, it's ^Fbeen good to know yuh. This ^Cdusty old dust is a-^Ggettin' my home, And I got to be driftin' ^Calong.

The ^Cchurches was jammed, and the ^Fchurches was ^Gpacked, An' that ^Cdusty old dust storm ^Fblowed so ^Gblack. ^CPreacher could ^C7not read a ^Fword of his text, An' he ^Cfolded his specs, an' he ^Gtook up collection, said:

^CSo long, it's been good to know yuh; ^GSo long, it's been good to ^Cknow yuh; ^CSo ^C7long, it's ^Fbeen good to know yuh. This ^Cdusty old dust is a-^Ggettin' my home, And I got to be driftin' ^Calong.