| Lyrics: | Blue sky upon the horizon,
Private eye on my trail,
And if I don't be there by
morning
She'll know that I must've spent the night in jail.
I been runnin' from Memphis
to L.A.,
Had an appointment set sometime for today
And if I don't be there by
morning
She'll know that I must have gone the other way.
Finding my way home to you,
girl, lonely and blue, mistreated too,
Sometimes I think about you, girl, is it true that you
think of me too?
I got a woman living in L.A.,
I got a woman waiting for my
pay,
And if I don't be there by morning
Pack my clothes, get down on your knees and
pray.
I left my woman with a twenty-dollar bill,
Left her waiting, hope she's waiting
for me still.
But if I don't be there by morning
I guess that I never will.
Finding
my way home to you, girl, lonely and blue, mistreated too,
Sometimes I think about you, girl, is
it true that you think of me too?
I left my woman with a twenty-dollar bill,
Left her
waiting, hope she's waiting for me still.
Well, if I don't be there by morning
I guess that
I never will. |
