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