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
