I sung this song, but I'll sing it again
Of the place where I lived
on the wild windy plain
A month called April
in a county called Gray
And here's what all of
her people have said
But it's so long,
it's been good to know you
So long, it's been good to know you
So long, it's been good to know you
this dusty old dust
is a -getting my home
long, it's been good to know you
So long, it's been good to know you
So long, it's been good to know you
This dusty old dust is a -kiddin' my hole
And I've got to be driftin' along
We talked of the end of the
world and then
We'd sing a song and then sing it again
I'd sit for an hour and not say a word,
and then these words would be good.
So long, it's been good to know ya.
So long, it's been good to know ya.
So long, it's been good to know ya.
This dusty old dust is
a -gettin' my heart.
And I gotta be driftin' along.
The sweethearts, sat in the dark,
and they sparked, and they hugged, and they kissed in that dusty old dark,
and sighed, and they cried,
and they hugged, and they kissed.
Instead of marriage,
they're talking like this, honey, so long,
it's been good to know you.
So long, it's been good to know you.
So long, it's been good to know you.
This dusty old dust
is a -gettin' in my heart
And I gotta be driftin' along
The telephone rang and
it jumped off the wall
That was the preacher makin' his call
And he said, kind friend,
this may be the end
And you've got your last chance
at salvation from sin
Well, the church, it was jammed
and the church, it was packed
And that dusty old dust storm,
it blew so black
The preacher could not
read a word of his text
So he folded his specs
and took up collection
Said, so long, it's been good to know you
So long, it's been good to know you
So long, it's been good to know you
This dusty old dust is a -gettin' mild
And I got to be driftin' along