| Well Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born | 
| He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn | 
| He soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn | 
| And they all looked very happy in the morning | 
| But Jimmy didn’t like his place in this world of ours | 
| Where the elephant man broke strong men’s necks | 
| When he’d had too many Powers | 
| So sad to see the grieving of the people that he’s leaving | 
| And he took the road for God knows in the morning | 
| We walked him to the station in the rain | 
| We kissed him as we put him on the train | 
| And we sang him a song of times long gone | 
| Though we knew that we’d be seeing him again | 
| (Far away!) | 
| I’m sad to say I must be on my way | 
| So buy me beer or whiskey cause I’m going far away (far away!) | 
| I’d like to think of me returning when I can | 
| To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane | 
| The years passed by, the times had changed, I grew to be a man | 
| I learned to love the virtues of sweet Sally MacLennane | 
| I took the jeers and drank the beers and crawled back home at dawn | 
| And ended up a barman in the morning | 
| I played the pump and took the hump and watered whiskey down | 
| I talked of whores and horses to the men who drank the brown | 
| I heard them say that Jimmy’s making money far away | 
| And some people left for heaven without warning | 
| We walked him to the station in the rain | 
| We kissed him as we put him on the train | 
| And we sang him a song of times long gone | 
| Though we knew that we’d be seeing him again | 
| (Far away!) | 
| I’m sad to say I must be on my way | 
| So buy me beer or whiskey cause I’m going far away (far away!) | 
| I’d like to think of me returning when I can | 
| To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane | 
| When Jimmy came back home he was surprised that they were gone | 
| He asked me all the details of the train that they went on | 
| Some people they are scared to croak but Jimmy drank until he choked | 
| Took the road for heaven in the morning | 
| We walked him to the station in the rain | 
| We kissed him as we put him on the train | 
| And we sang him a song of times long gone | 
| Though we knew that we’d be seeing him again | 
| (Far away!) | 
| I’m sad to say I must be on my way | 
| So buy me beer or whiskey cause I’m going far away (far away!) | 
| I’d like to think of me returning when I can | 
| To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane |