Lyrics:
(Lynott)----------The boom time it is overA ghost town is all that's left hereThe gold rush it is overAnd depression days draw nearTonight after sundownI'm going to pack my caseI leave without a soundDisappear without a traceI'm going southboundDrifting like a droverChasing my careerFrom the ships docked in the harbourNew horizons will appearTumbling with the tumbleweedDown the open roadTaking only what I needBefore my head explodesI'm going southboundHey, you're not getting any youngerThe wild west has already been wonNorthern lights are growing colderAnd the old eastern ways are goneSo tonight after sundownYou must go from this placeWithout a tear, without a frownDisappear without a trace