I've sung this song, but I'll sing it again Of the place that I lived on the wild windy plains In the month called April, county called Gray And here's what all of the people there say CHORUS: So long, it's been good to know yuh So long, it's been good to know yuh So long, it's been good to know yuh This dusty old dust is a-gettin' my home And I got to be driftin' along A dust storm hit, an' it hit like thunder It dusted us over, an' it covered us under Blocked out the traffic an' blocked out the sun Straight for home all the people did run Singin' [Hook] We talked of the end of the world, and then We'd sing a song an' then sing it again We'd sit for an hour an' not say a word And then these words would be heard [Hook] Sweethearts sat in the dark and sparked They hugged and kissed in that dusty old dark They sighed and cried, hugged and kissed Instead of marriage, they talked like this "Honey..." [Hook] Now, the telephone rang, an' it jumped off the wall That was the preacher, a-makin' his call He said, "Kind friend, this may the end An' you got your last chance of salvation of sin!" The churches was jammed, and the churches was packed An' that dusty old dust storm blowed so black Preacher could not read a word of his text An' he folded his specs, an' he took up collection Said So long, it's been good to know yuh So long, it's been good to know yuh So long, it's been good to know yuh This dusty old dust is a-gettin' my home And I got to be driftin' along