one cold summer night sally slipped away   door left open wide not a word to say   hard luck took its toll I can't blame her none   not today might be here tomorrow      she knew better fare when a girl at home   hope for a settled life, not this world to roam   let my prayer be heard and guide me on her way   not today might be here tomorrow      been three years and change since I held her near   up and down these roads I’ve looked everywhere   and not once have I seen the color of her hair   not today might be here tomorrow      I’ll be a hobo's son surely all my days   whittle off the hours with a memory for my blade   and carve the hand of sally dear hoping her to find   not today might be here tomorrow