All That's Left Is Fare-Thee-Well - Terry Allen, The Panhandle Mystery Band, Charlie Sexton

No more «one last times,» no more second chances

We’ve worn out all the lines, no more country dances

No stories left to sell, no lies left to tell

All that’s left is fare-thee-well

Laying on the rooftop, trains going by

Old dogs barking, no reason why

It’s all just a rumble, another false start

Taking you away when things fall apart

No more «one last times,» no more second chances

We’ve worn out all the lines, no more country dances

No stories left to sell, no lies left to tell

All that’s left is fare-thee-well

I’ve been digging way down deep to the bottom of my soul

I’ve been working through the nights with nothing much to show

Somewhere in this old dirt, there’s bound to be some gold

Something real that you can feel, something you can hold

No more «one last times,» no more second chances

We’ve worn out all the lines, no more country dances

No stories left to sell, no lies left to tell

All that’s left is fare-thee-well

All that’s left is fare-thee-well

Won’t you left your jailee gel