by Bob Dylan and Helena Springs
Blue sky upon the horizon
Private eye is on my trail
And if I don t be there by morning
You know that I must have spent the night in jail.
I ve been running from Memphis to L. A.
Had an appointment set sometime for today
And if I don t be there by morning
You know that I must have gone the other way.
Finding my way back to you girl
Lonely and blue and mistreated too.
Sometimes I think of 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 clothesget down on your knees and pray.
Chorus
I left my woman with a twenty dollar bill.
I left her waitingI hope she s waiting for me still.
If I don t be there by morning
You know that II never will.
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