Next Time You're in Tulsa - Bill Anderson

In a barroom in Chicago somewhere after midnight

I’m sitting on a barstool drinking like a fish

And although I just met you I can tell by looking

You’re wondering what my problem really is

Next time you’re in Tulsa go see Mrs Johnson

And you’ll be looking my problem right between the eyes

Next time you’re in Tulsa tell her her ex-husband

Loves her still and will until he dies

Walk up to her front door ask to see the children

Take them all some candy and a big kiss from their dad

Tell them how I miss them and I’ll be down next winter

But not till then cause now I hurt too bad

Next time you’re in Tulsa go see Mrs Johnson

And you’ll be looking my problem right between the eyes

Next time you’re in Tulsa tell her her ex-husband

Loves her still and will until he dies