Oh Miss Misty was a stone-skinned gal
Well she didn't stick around in one town for too long
'Cause too long is too long, she said

And she said I'll be gone by morning
Don't come looking after me
Got to get back to that place I've never been
Never been before

T-Bone city, up the 215
She traded in her daddy's old Packard Super 8 Sedan
For a Vincent black Shadow Machine
She opened him up, some fifty horses hot

Foaming at their mouths in a dust cloud headed south
On down the devil's backbone, down his crooked legs
Fly Away Old Glory ringing in her head

I'll be gone by morning
Don't come looking after me
Got to get back to that place I've never been
Never been before

The big magnolia down by Buellers pond
In a hand me down Sun dress and roper boots
I could go on and on
With my bolt action 22, I'd knock the blossoms down
Misty'd catch them in her skirt before they hit the ground

I'll be gone by morning
Don't come looking after me
Got to get back to that place I've never been
Never been before