Bye, Bye, Bye

By Michael Nesmith

I had twenty-one miles of road to go
And fifty-four miles of dirt.
There was a cold steel beam in the night.
I was truckin' along, down Interstate Five,
Lookin' for me turn,
When something snapped and I suddenly changed my mind.

I said, "Bye, bye, bye."
Oh, I finally took a stand.
Then for the very first time
I felt like a man.

So I headed on down to Mexico
I was never goin' back to work
Yes, I had enough cash to last me there for years.
And then I cabled my folks. I said, "Call my boss. 
And you can tell him where I left the truck."
And then I went out and stocked up on enchilladas and beer.

I said, "Bye, bye, bye."
Oh, I finally took a stand.
Then for the very first time in my life
I felt like a man.

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Well, that all happend by in nineteen sixty-one
And I never went back to work.
And then in nineteen sixty-four
I started livin' off the land.
And the people back home still talk about me,
Just runnin' off without a word.
But me and the pier and the Mexican sunshine
We don't give a damn.

I said, "Bye, bye, bye."
Oh, I finally took a stand.
Now for the very first time 
I felt like a man.
A free man.