Blue sky upon the horizon,
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Private eye on my trail,
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And if I don't be there by morning
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She'll know that I must've spent the night in jail.
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I been runnin' 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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She'll know that I must have gone the other way.
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Finding my way home to you, girl, lonely and blue, mistreated too,
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Sometimes I think about you, girl, 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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Left her waiting, hope she's waiting for me still.
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But if I don't be there by morning
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I guess that I never will.
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Finding my way home to you, girl, lonely and blue, mistreated too,
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Sometimes I think about you, girl, is it true that you think of me too?
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I left my woman with a twenty-dollar bill,
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Left her waiting, hope she's waiting for me still.
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Well, if I don't be there by morning
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I guess that I never will.
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If I Don't Be There By Morning
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| Bob Dylan |
