Señor, señor, do you know where she’s been ridin’?
How long is it gonna stay hidin’?
I gotta hold down, baby, when the chilly winds grab the door
Tell me where to picket it for, señor
Señor, señor, do you know where she is hidin’?
How long are we gonna be ridin’?
How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door?
Will there be any comfort there, señor?
In 1987 there were just three performances of Pledging My Time. The first one, in September, relied on the standard lyrics. The third one (October 10) does repeat the “spend the night in jail” line, but the lines which surround it are partially formed and hard to decipher. The second one is presented here, with a lyric variation that is loosely based on the final verse of the original version.
That’s the end of my story
That’s the end of my tale
I’m gonna get lucky, baby
I’ll spend the night in jail
I’m spending my time to you
Hopin’ you’ll come through, too
Well, they sent for the ambulance
And one was sent
Somebody got lucky
But it was an accident
Now I’m pledging my time to you
Hopin’ you’ll come through, too
