The grass is overgrowing on the garden rail.

And crickets call a chorus I remember.well,

Calling me, that old familiar thunder. Writing

letters I always meant to send you.



When every second feature showed Niagara Falls We were

sitting pretty, feeling twice as tall. Making faces at the madman

in the alleyway. We laughed at every cowboy who stopped to

fill his glass.



(Chorus)

Calling, Goodbye Laurelie, dirty town lullabye.

Goodbye Laurelie, goodbye.

Goodbye Laurelie, dirty town lullabye.

Goodbye Laurelie . . .



When all the city papers say you're doing well You're

still a small town story that the neighbours tell When

you smile and say hello to strangers You're still the

foolish boy they all remember.



The crazy Jane I chased every other night. Has

reappeared in white like a virgin bride. I'm the

face in the comer of the photograph A wild man

at the weddding, fixing his tie.



(Chorus)

Calling, Goodbye Laurelie dirty town lullabye.

Goodbye Laurelie, goodbye.

Goodbye Laurelie, dirty town lullabye.

Goodbye Laurelie . . .