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{title:To Morrow}
{st:Bob Gibson}
I st[C]arted on a journey, ab[F]out a year ag[C]o
To a little town called Morrow in the st[D7]ate of Ohi[G7]o.
I`ve n[C]ever been much of a traveler, and I r[F]eally didn`t kn[C]ow
That M[F]orrow was the h[C]ardest place I`d [G7]ever try to g[C]o.
So I w[Am]ent down to the st[Em]ation for my t[Am]icket and appl[Em]ied
For t[Am]ips regarding M[Em]orrow, not exp[Dm7]ecting to be g[G7]uyed.
Said [C]I, My friend, I`d like to go to M[F]orrow and ret[C]urn
No l[F]ater than tom[C]orrow, for I h[G7]aven`t time to b[C]urn.
Said he to me, Now let me see if I have heard you right:
You`d like to go to Morrow and and return tomorrow night?
You should have gone to Morrow yesterday and back today,
For the train that goes to Morrow is a mile upon its way.
If you had gone to Morrow yesterday, now don`t you see,
You could have gone to Morrow and returned today at three;
For the train today to Morrow, if the schedule is right,
Today it goes to Morrow and returns tomorrow night.
Said I, My friend, it seems to me you`re talking through your hat;
There is a town named `Morrow` on the line, now tell me that!
There is, said he, but take from me a quiet little tip:
To go from here to Morrow is a fourteen-hour trip.
The train today to Morrow leaves today at eight thirty-five,
At half past ten tomorrow is the time it should arrive.
So if from here to Morrow is a fourteen-hour jump,
Can you go today to Morrow and get back today, you chump?
Said I, I`d like to go to Morrow, but can`t I go today
And get to Morrow by tonight, if there is no delay?
Well, well, said he to me, and I`ve got no more to say;
Can`t get anywhere tomorrow and get back again today!
Said I, I guess you know it all, but kindly let me say:
How can I get to Morrow if I leave this town today?
Said he, You can not go to Morrow any more today,
For the train that goes to Morrow is a mile upon its way.
I was so disappointed I was mad enough to swear;
The train had gone to Morrow, and had left me standing there.
That man was right in telling me I was a howling jay;
I could not go to Morrow, so I guess in town I`ll stay.
Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
by Steve Putz
7 September 1992
