Tallahassee

I remember London, I remember the bells

From across the chambermaid's quarters

Was like they were ringing by themselves

And I see no real whiskey

Is it sugar in your bowl?

Ain't seen you for days now

Still find your hair on my coat

Crossing in the waters

Across the tracks to St Henry

Will I come back home, my own

Will I come back with Annalee?

Ain't that the way to treat somebody

For you to treat yourself

There's no more cane along the brisers

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 young

And one more for good luck

Won't you wear that bamboo dress, baby

When you come to pick me up

You're one of 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 is up here

And when they pulled back the curtains

I saw the Budweiser mural

And I was 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