by Bob Dylan and Helena Springs Blue sky upon the horizon, Private eye is on my trail, And if I don't be there by morning You know that I must have spent the night in jail. I've been running from Memphis to L. A. Had an appointment set sometime for today, And if I don't be there by morning You know that I must have gone the other way. Finding my way back to you girl, Lonely and blue and mistreated too. Sometimes I think of you girl, Is it true that you think of me too? I got a woman living in L. A. I got a woman waiting for my pay, And if I don't be there by morning, Pack my clothes, get down on your knees and pray. Chorus I left my woman with a twenty dollar bill. I left her waiting, I hope she's waiting for me still. If I don't be there by morning