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