I'm gonna know it by tomorrow

If what you've said tonight is true

And if this doesn't turn out good for me

It's gonna turn out bad for you

I once met a cool blues singer

He gave me a red-hot tip

Claimed some racehorse was a ringer

Sure to give the pack the slip

He said "Man you'll be a winner

Go ahead and bet the farm

You'll be eatin' quail for dinner

With a bimbo on each arm"

I'm gonna know it by tomorrow

If what you've said tonight is true

And if this doesn't turn out good for me

It's gonna turn out bad for you

When I called to lay my wager

I just couldn't bet enough

So my guy did me a favor

And he took me on the cuff

I got snookered like a rookie

Bettin' heavy cooked my style

Got no way to pay my bookie

For that horse who blew the mile

I'm gonna know it by tomorrow

If what you've said tonight is true

And if this doesn't turn out good for me

It's gonna turn out bad for you

Ever since then I've been runnin'

Hidin' out among the dregs

'Cause my bookie's thugs are comin'

And they're sworn to break my legs

I've lost track of that blues whiner

Someday who I hope to find

To reward him with a shiner

And uplift my state of mind

I'm gonna know it by tomorrow

If what you've said tonight is true

And if this doesn't turn out good for me

It's gonna turn out bad for you