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...