Mary Gauthier - Good-bye

(Mary Gauthier)

Born a bastard child in New Orleans
to a woman I've never seen
I don't know if she ever held me
All I know is that she let go of me

I passed thru like thunder
I passed thru like rain
Passed out from under
Good-bye could have been my family name

Every time I settle down it happens
I get a restless feeling I can't control
I hit the wall, then I hit the highway
I've got the curse of a gypsy on my soul

So I move thru like thunder