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When I came to at four this mornin'with a barroom beauty in New OrleansWell, all my thoughts were back in AmarilloIt ain't the moonlight on her pastiesand I'm quite sure it ain't the fishnet stockingson the hardwood floorbut perhaps the smudge of makeupon my pillowYeah well, all I knowis as each moment passeswith the tip tap tappin'of her false eyelashesI found myself justa-missin' you this mornin'Well for a while I was whistlin' Dixieall liquored upon cheap scotch whiskeyI swear I hardly Songtextethought about you Sallybut I was leanin' on a lamppost like I couldn't be beatand got my ass kicked twiceon Bourbon Streetand I wound up near a church on Pirate's Alleyand no it ain't so badas you might expectbut I don't think I'll be playin' anymore clarinetfor a whileand maybe that's why I'mmissin'you this mornin'Yeah, I bent to prayin the alleyway ya know, I never sunk so lowwell I was all outta whiskeyand you wasn't there to kiss meI went lookin' for lovin'at a strip tease showwell she seemed alrightlate last nightbut this mornin' she just don't seemnearly half as prettyas when she danced her little diddynow it only leaves me lonelydown in New Orleansand I laid with herfor an hour or twobut all the while I was wishin' that a-she was youand perhaps that's why I'mmissin' you this mornin'Well I felt so lonelyI just up and leftshe took my last 20 dollarsmy last cigarettebut SallyI ain't singin' any sad tunesAll the things is lookin' upI just thought I'd let you knowI got me some part-time workat Joe's Texacoand Joe said he'd let me sleep in the bathroomYeah, and I'm not makin'nowheres near minimum wagebut I got runnin' waterand a place to staybut still I found myselfa-missin' you this mornin'yeah, but still I found myselfa-missin' you this mornin' Aus Songtexte Mania