Lyrics:

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 clothes, get down on your knees and pray.



Chorus



I left my woman with a twenty dollar bill.

I left her waiting, I hope she's waiting for me still.

If I don't be there by morning

You know that I, I never will.