Will once explained he wrote this song after looking up some of his symptoms on the internet when he’d felt a little sick and becoming convinced he was dying of lung cancer. He wasn’t. He had a bad cold and a touch of bronchitis. And a new song from a new point of view.
I had a brush with death.
I felt a breath.
I was happy to be alive.
So I said my prayers,
Straightened in my chair,
And set out to survive.
Goodbye,
Good try…
We all die somehow.
So, stand by —
Gotta go fly.
It’s goodbye for now.
Should I write it down
Before I’m out of town
So someone can make sense.
Of a wayward deer
In his middle years
Jumping across the fence.
Goodbye,
Good try…
We all die somehow.
So, stand by —
Gotta go fly.
It’s goodbye for now.
It’s never been an easy ride —
There are bulls by your side.
There’s a lonesome storm blowing through —
It’s been magic knowing you.
Goodbye,
Good try…
We all die somehow.
So, stand by —
Gotta go fly.
It’s goodbye for now.
What did I do
To deserve you?
I prayed in funny ways.
In the summer rain,
A stray in the lane
I’m passing to say, hey —
Goodbye,
Good try…
We all die somehow.
So, stand by —
Gotta go fly.
It’s goodbye for now.
Repeat chorus
Dave Ducharme-Jones, guitar; Richard Bowden, fiddle;
Melanie Martinez, bass; Ram Zimmerman, drums
Buller's back porch 