miss misty was a stoned skinned gal she didn t stick around in one town for too long cause too long is too long 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 never been before t bone city up the 215 she traded in her daddy s old packard super 8 sedan for a vincent black shadow machine she opened him up some fifty 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 i ll be gone by morning don t come looking after me got to get back to that place i ve never been never been before the big magnolia down by buellers pond in a hand me down sun dress and roper boots i could go on and on with my bolt action 22 i d knock the blossoms down misty catch them in her skirt before they hit the ground i ll be gone by morning don t come looking after me got to get back to that place i ve never been never been before
['alternative country', 'indie folk', 'small room']