I remember London I remember the bells From the across the chambermaid’s corridors It was like they was ringing by themselves
I see no river of whiskey Is there sugar in your bowl? Ain’t seen you for days now Still find your hair on my clothes
Across the [?] waters Across the tracks to Saint-Henri Will I come back on my own? Will I come back with Anna Lee?
Ain’t that the way to treat somebody Or for you to treat yourself There’s no more cane along the Brazos No more books upon your shelf
If I don’t see you in Tallahassee Am I gonna see you at the Troubadour? If I don’t see you in Tallahassee Am I gonna see you at the Troubadour?
Four and twenty years now Add one more for good luck Won’t you wear that bamboo dress baby When you come to pick me up? You under the bam under the boo Under those bamboo trees With you just jingling and jangling Your car keys
Spent the cold, cold morning In Santa Monica by the pier And I got four silver eagles And the President disappeared And when they pulled back the curtains I saw the Budweiser and you And now I’m standing right between the E and the I
If I don’t see you in Tallahassee Am I gonna see you at the Troubadour? If I don’t see you in Tallahassee Am I gonna see you at the Troubadour?
If I don’t see you in Tallahassee If I don’t see you in Tallahassee If I don’t see you in Tallahassee If I don’t see you in Tallahassee If I don’t see you…