Miss Misty

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 Yeah, 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 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" The big magnolia down by Bueller's 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 them blossoms down Misty'd catch them in her skirt before they hit the ground 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"