Lyrics by Townes Van Zandt
Music by David Broza
I don’t like their way of livin’
I just don’t care anymore
I’m headed back
To the banks of Illidor
Pack me up some things
Get a guitar that sings
Ride a jalopy out to the West
I’ll fi nd me a girl
Lay my head upon the fl oor
Let her send me to rest
I’ll buy the bullets
If she has a gun
I’m tired – I’m tired
Of the morning sun
I want to see the moon
When it rises above
The last girl – I’ll ever love
Well the green of the city
Ain’t the green of the land
Aw I’m still young
But I’m green as I can
But I tend to get dark
And I tend to go far
As far as the nearest
Wyoming bar
You can have your cities
You can have your buildings too
Boy I tell you –
My life here is through
I’ll fi nd the highest mountain
Find a way up above
And not come down again
Not come down again
Oh, don’t you miss me
After I’m gone
You got all my money anyway
Aw you got my kids
My house too
Ain’t no reason for me to stay
But if you ever dream
You’re all alone
Just remember my name
Know I’m fl ying
With the Southern Cross
Never come back again
But my love won’t leave
I’ll never leave
I’ll always be here with you
But ever you should fi nd my grave
It’ll be covered with the morning dew
And the dew won’t be
The dew from above
It’ll be the dew from below
It’s born from my tears
My love and my fears
And now I have to go
Now I’m bound to go
The last girl – I’ll ever love
The last girl – I’ll ever love
