Twenty Four Hours From Tulsa Composer(s): Burt Bacharach - Hal David Performer(s): Gene Pitney and multiple other artists
Dearest, darling I had to write to say that I won't be home, any more For something happened, to me While I was driving home And I'm not the same any more
Oh, I was only, twenty-four hours from Tulsa Ah, only, one day away from your arms I saw a welcoming light And stopped to rest for the night And that is when I, saw her As I pulled in outside of a small hotel, she was there And so I walked up, to her Asked where I could get something to eat And she, showed me where
Oh, I was only, twenty-four hours from Tulsa Ah, only, one day away from your arms She took me to the café I asked her if she would stay She said, "okay"
Oh, I was only, twenty-four hours from Tulsa Ah, only, one day away from your arms A juke box started to play And that turned into today As we were dancing, closely All of a sudden I lost control as I, held her charms And I caressed her, kissed her Told her I'd die before I would let her out, of my arms
Oh, I was only, twenty-four hours from Tulsa Ah, only, one day away from your arms I hate to do this to you But I love somebody new What can, I do? And I can never, never, never, go home again
(woh! woh! woh! woh!)
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