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"