Digging deep down in this poor old heart of mine
Searchin' for a reason or a rhyme
The mud on my boots dries quicker than the tears in my eyes
She's kissing Abilene goodbye

One Greyhound ticket tells me I can't come along
Her roots got yanked right out, and mine are still deep and strong
Lord I'm standing at the station trying my patience
Hoping she'll tell me a lie
She's kissing Abilene goodbye

Now we go back and forth for a minute or two
As the driver says, "All passengers boarding now"
She says she'll write, but we both know that's a lie
She's kissing Abilene goodbye

One waving hand is all I see through diesel smoke
I shake my head and clear that lump in my throat
There's a little bitty voice inside my head
Saying "Cut them binding ties"
She's kissing Abilene goodbye

She's kissing Abilene goodbye