Tallahassee

I remember London I remember the bells From across the chambermaid's quarters It's 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 Cross the Annan Waters Cross the tracks to Saint-Henri Will I come back on my own? Or 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 And one more for good luck Won't you wear that bamboo dress, babe 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 When the president disappeared And when they pulled back the curtain I saw the Budweiser mirror 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