[*And] I have been a rover, [*you know] I've walked alone
Hiked a hundred highways [and] never found a home
Still in all I'm happy, the reason is, you see:
Once in a while along the way love's been good to me.
There was a girl in Portland before the winter chill
We used to go out courting along October hill
And she could laugh away the dark clouds, cry away the snow
It seems like only yesterday, as down the road I go.
There was a girl in Houston, out where the hot wind blows
Why our hearts are leaving, God almighty know
For she could a long hot summer and cool it with her sigh
But words have no more wisdom when it's time to say good-bye.