When I came to at nfour this mornin'nwith a barroom beauty nin New OrleansnWell, all my thoughts were nback in AmarillonnIt ain't the moonlight non her pastiesnand I'm quite sure nit ain't the fishnet stockingsnon the hardwood floornbut perhaps the smudge of makeupnon my pillownYeah well, all I knownis as each moment passesnwith the tip tap tappin'nof her false eyelashesnI found myself justna-missin' you this mornin'nnWell for a while nI was whistlin' Dixienall liquored upnon cheap scotch whiskeynI swear I hardly nthought about you Sallynbut I was leanin' on a lamppost nlike I couldn't be beatnand got my ass kicked twicenon Bourbon Streetnand I wound up nnear a church on Pirate's Alleynand no it ain't so badnas you might expectnbut I don't think nI'll be playin' anymore clarinetnfor a whilenand maybe that's why I'mnmissin'you this mornin'nnYeah, I bent to praynin the alleyway nya know, I never sunk so lownwell I was all outta whiskeynand you wasn't there to kiss menI went lookin' for lovin'nat a strip tease shownwell she seemed alrightnlate last nightnbut this mornin' nshe just don't seemnnearly half as prettynas when she danced nher little diddynnow it only leaves me lonelyndown in New Orleansnand I laid with hernfor an hour or twonbut all the while I was wishin' nthat a-she was younand perhaps that's why I'mnmissin' you this mornin'nnWell I felt so lonelynI just up and leftnshe took my last 20 dollarsnmy last cigarettenbut SallynI ain't singin' any sad tunesnAll the things is lookin' upnI just thought I'd let you knownI got me some part-time worknat Joe's Texaconand Joe said nhe'd let me sleep in the bathroomnYeah, and I'm not makin'nnowheres near minimum wagenbut I got runnin' waternand a place to staynbut still I found myselfna-missin' you this mornin'nyeah, but still I found myselfna-missin' you this mornin'