Not much in it, just some drafting tools
and the dreams of a working man
Goodbye, kissed her on the cheek,
she watched him drift away
From Sweden down to Argentina,
This is a true story of long ago,
I just wanted you to know
Eventually, he made his way back
to the land where he came from
He drew a branch on his fam ily tree
With his wife, his children,
Again he drifted toward the dawn
Into the arms of Provid ence
This is a true story, but long ago
I just wanted you to know
Italians, Irish, Por tuguese,
not a word they understood
The melting pot of America
was your grandma's neighborhood
The history of family fades
Of Gothenburg as it drifts away
This is a true story of long ago
I just wanted you to know
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