I remember the thirty-five sweet goodbyes 
When you put me on the Wolverine 
Up to Annandale 
It was still September 
When your daddy was quite surprised 
To find you with the working girls 
In the county jail 
I was smoking with the boys upstairs 
When I heard about the whole affair 
I said oh no 
William and Mary won't do 

Well I did not think the girl 
Could be so cruel 
And I'm never going back 
To my old school 

Oleanders growing outside her door 
Soon they're gonna be in bloom 
Up in Annandale 
I can't stand her 
Doing what she did before 
Living like a gypsy queen 
In a fairy tale 
Well I hear the whistle but I can't go 
I'm gonna take her down to Mexico 
She said oh no 
Guadalajara won't do 

Well I did not think the girl 
Could be so cruel 
And I'm never going back 
To my old school 

California tumbles into the sea 
That'll be the day I go 
Back to Annandale 
Tried to warn you 
About Chino and Daddy Gee 
But I can't seem to get to you 
Through the U.S. Mail 
Well I hear the whistle but I can't go 
I'm gonna take her down to Mexico 
She said oh no 
Guadalajara won't do