And you know the sun's settin' fast
And just like they say nothing good ever lasts.
Well, go on now and kiss it goodbye but hold on to your lover.
'Cause your heart's bound to die.
Go on now and say goodbye to our town, to our town.
Can't you see the sun's settin' down on our town, on our town?
Goodnight. (Iris DeMent)

And you know the sun's settin' fast And just like they say nothing good ever lasts. Well, go on now and kiss it goodbye but hold on to your lover. 'Cause your heart's bound to die. Go on now and say goodbye to our town, to our town. Can't you see the sun's settin' down on our town, on our town? Goodnight.

Iris DeMent

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