If I Don't Be There By Morning
Written by Bob Dylan and Helena Springs

Blue sky upon the horizon
Private eye on my trail
And if I don't be there by morning
She'll know that I must've spent the night in jail

I been runnin' from Memphis to L.A.
Had an appointment set sometime for today
And if I don't be there by morning
She'll know that I must have gone the other way

Finding my way home to you, girl, lonely and blue, mistreated too
Sometimes I think about 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

I left my woman with a twenty-dollar bill
Left her waiting, hope she's waiting for me still
But if I don't be there by morning
I guess that I never will

Finding my way home to you, girl, lonely and blue, mistreated too
Sometimes I think about you, girl, is it true that you think of me too?

I left my woman with a twenty-dollar bill
Left her waiting, hope she's waiting for me still
Well, if I don't be there by morning
I guess that I never will