Goodbye, Goodland

There's a town sitting lakeside
Hungry river, city streets
If you're as lucky like I've been
You'll get a seat and it's hard to beat

Where the sun burns your skin
Counting the snow by the inch
Sometimes in a single day
As you watch it melt away
In the good land

Well goodbye, Goodland
Can't take you with me, when I go
Ah but your rivers and your footprints
Got to watch our home, got to watch our home

Tending bar, and digging graves
Funny how I gave it all away
From the morning's first light
To the women in the night
In the good land

Well goodbye Goodland
Can't take you with me, when I go
Ah but your rivers and your footprints
Got to watch our home, they got to watch our home

Sometimes feet they got to run
When you hear the starting gun
So play your sins and violins and dynamite
Maybe you're right, you'll get another strike
But you won't find the change you need on the turnpike

Goodbye
If you know the
Good land
It's getting cold in the
Goodbye
Ain't going back to the
Good land
Well one more time for a
Goodbye
You know it's getting cold but

Goodbye, Goodland
Can't take you with me, when I go
Oh but your rivers and your footprints
Got to watch our home, got to watch our home,
They got to watch our home

There's a box on that hill
You can go and leave some bills
For the summer's sweet corn
Where you really lose your thorns
In the Goodland