LEIF VOLLEBEKK

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