Tomorrow
Datafolk Lyrics

She is sleeping in the back seat
My cadillac a heart beat
Heading for the border
With the daughter of the judge

I can’t live without her
I would never doubt her
A band of gold, I can’t afford
Is wrapped around her finger
And, on the radio they are playing
My favourite dusty Springfield song
About the son of the preacher
Yet I’m in the mood to sing-a-long

Doo Doo… Come tomorrow
Doo Doo… wille be married too… Come tomorrow

Doo Doo… Come tomorrow
Doo Doo… wille be married too… Come tomorrow

We have heading for the chapel
A flower in my lapel
Swearing on our knees, that we believe in god above
Looking down upon us, thinking of us
And I’d be lying if me didn’t have a prayer
We have got a chance, we should take it
Say “you do” and change your name to mine
And I know this time we can make it
Rich or poor, I love you rain or sunshine