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