Ain't no time like the future to make up for the past
Everything that could go wrong went wrong as was forecast
Cow jumped to the moon, sometime back in June
If she ain't back by August I may sing a different tune

Got it on my mind to run away and ramble
Calculated gamble, I may never come back home
No time like the future to take off on my own
'Cause I'm doin' it, doin' it, doin' it on my own

Four and twenty blackbirds baked inside a cake
If they ever serve it up, some jaws are gonna break
I'm going down to Johnson, saddle my own mule
Brought him to the barn dance looking like a fool

I don't care what people think, I never really did
Had a yearn to travel ever since I was a kid
No time like the future to take off on my own
'Cause I'm doin' it, doin' it, doin' it on my own

Ain't no time like the future to leave the past behind
Have a slice and pay the price where the trail winds
Someone ride to Arkansas, someone ride back home
Someone down to Texas on the way to San Antone

Got it on my mind to run away and ramble
Calculated gamble, I may never come back home
No time like the future to take off on my own
'Cause I'm doin' it, doin' it, doin' it on my own
'Cause I'm doin' it, doin' it, doin' it on my own

Copyright: Bluewater Music Corp., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): JIM LAUDERDALE, ROBERT HUNTER