Going to Bodie
Goodbye God, I'm going to Bodie
Where the whiskey arrives a hundred barrels at a time
Goodbye God, I'm going to Bodie
Where every man is sure to strike it rich working the mine
Goodbye God, I'm going to Bodie
Sister sent a letter, the living is fine
Oh dear Lord, please don't forsake me
She runs a hurdy gurdy house loves her sparkling wine
Goodby God, I'm going to Bodie
Where a man is free, a womans choices are few
Goodbye god, it's such a long journey
Money's running low, but I have my virtue
Oooh Oooh
Oh dear Lord, how can I face you?
I was just dancing in the humblest of gowns
Oh dear Lord, I let money seduce me
Now I spend my nights in the red light part of town
Oh dear Lord, I'm drowning in sorrow
There is no escape in fancy clothes and cheap perfume
Goodbye God, I cannot face tomorrow
I thought money would buy freedom, it has been my ruin
Oooh Oooh
Oh dear Lord have you sent me an angel?
He's a drinker and a gambler, but his eyes how they shine
Oh dear Lord, he's come here from Ireland
He speaks my name like a prayer and promised to be mine
Oh dear Lord, please don't forsake me
I have found a man that I can love
Oh dear Lord, will you bless us with a baby
Time is running out for this soiled dove
Oooh Oooh
Goodbye God, I'm going to Bodie
Sister sent a letter says the living is fine...
©2000 Joyce Andersen, Joyscream Music, ASCAP
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