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