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

I never been before"

T-Bone City, up at 215

She traded in her daddy's old Packard Super Eight sedan

For a Vincent Black Shadow Machine

Yeah, she opened him up, some 50 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

Sayin', "I'll be gone by the morning

Don't come looking after me

Got to get back to that place I've never been

I never been before"

The big magnolia down by Bueller's Pond

In a hand-me-down sundress and roper boots

I could go on and on

With my Bolt Action .22, I'd knock them blossoms down

Well, Misty'd catch 'em in her skirt before they hit the ground

Singin', "I'll be gone by morning

Don't come looking after me

Got to get back to that place I've never been

I never been before"