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.