(Mary Gauthier)      Born a bastard child in New Orleans   to a woman I've never seen   I don't know if she ever held me   All I know is that she let go of me      I passed thru like thunder   I passed thru like rain   Passed out from under   Good-bye could have been my family name      Every time I settle down it happens   I get a restless feeling I can't control   I hit the wall, then I hit the highway   I've got the curse of a gypsy on my soul      So I move thru like thunder   I move through like rain   Moving out from under   Good-bye could have been my family name      I can't break free of the winds that blow me   They roll in like a Gulf Coast Hurricane   I'd love to stay now but I don't know how   Hold me honey till I'm gone again      When it's time to leave forever   I pray the Lord don't take me slow.   I don't know where I'm going   I just wanna say good-bye and go      And I'll move thru like thunder   Push thru like rain   Pushing out from under