Gone Tomorrow

Lyrics

Mistaking arrival A shakedown hit-and-miss Put me on trial A judge in Marrakesh Escape from the gallows Been underground too long Water's still shallow Trusting not a one I'll be gone tomorrow Work this thing all night I'll be gone tomorrow If things they work out right Barcelona station Express train to Paris Catch up with that doctor Who framed that blame on me Barroom full of gangsters A short, dark, one-eyed man He knew what I was after He grabbed the chips and ran He was gone tomorrow Stuck around for today He was gone tomorrow With nothing left to say I'll be gone tomorrow I'll work this thing all night I'll be gone tomorrow If things they work out right Hey doctor, hey doctor, hey doctor Spend another night here Wind up in my death Mademoiselle, I'm wanted Spare me one last breath The police cars outside here Have chased me from Madrid One more cigarette Then, out the back, I'll split I'll be gone tomorrow Work this thing all night I'll be gone tomorrow If things they work out right Hey doctor, hey doctor, hey doctor Yes, I'll be gone tomorrow Hang around for the day I'll be gone tomorrow Turn the other way I'll be gone tomorrow Work this thing all night I'll be gone tomorrow If things they work out right Hey doctor, hey doctor, hey doctor Hey doctor, hey doctor, hey doctor