Miss misty was a stoned skinned gal
She didn't stick around in one town for too long, cause too long is too long
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 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