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!)