I’ve got my ticket for the long way round
Two bottles of whiskey for the way
And I sure would like some [bad word] 
When I’m leaving tomorrow 
What do you say?

When I’m gone, when I’m gone
You’re gonna miss me, when I’m gone
You’re gonna miss me by my hair
You’re gonna miss me everywhere
Oh, you’re gonna miss when I’m gone

I’ve got my ticket for the long way round
The one with the prettiest of views
It’s got mountains, it’s got rivers
It’s got sides to give you shivers
But it sure would be prettier with you

When I’m gone, when I’m gone
You’re gonna miss me, when I’m gone
You’re gonna miss me by my walk
You’re gonna miss me by my talk
Oh, you’re gonna miss me, when I’m gone