| Song | Twenty-Four Hours From Tulsa |
| Artist | Dusty Springfield |
| Album | At Her Very Best |
| Dearest darlin' | |
| I had to write to say that | |
| I won't be home anymore 'cause something happened to me while | |
| I was drivin' home | |
| And I'm not the same anymore | |
| Oh, I was only twenty four hours from | |
| Tulsa Ah, only one day away from your arms | |
| I saw the welcoming light and stopped to rest for the night | |
| And that is when | |
| I saw him as | |
| I pulled in outside of the small motel he was there | |
| And so I walked up to him, asked where | |
| I could get something to eat | |
| And he showed me where. | |
| Oh, I was only twenty four hours from | |
| Tulsa Ah, only one day away from your arms | |
| He took me to the café, and he asked if | |
| I would stay, | |
| I said "OK" | |
| Oh, I was only twenty four hours from | |
| Tulsa Ah, only one day away from your arms | |
| The jukebox started to play and night time turned into day as we were dancin' | |
| Closely, all of a sudden | |
| I lost control as he held me tight | |
| And he kissed me, carressed me, told me he die | |
| Before he would let me out of his arms arms | |
| Oh, I was only twenty four hours from | |
| Tulsa Ah, only one day away from your arms | |
| I hate to do this to you but | |
| I love somebody new, what can | |
| I do? And | |
| I can never, never, never---go home again. |
| Dearest darlin' | |
| I had to write to say that | |
| I won' t be home anymore ' cause something happened to me while | |
| I was drivin' home | |
| And I' m not the same anymore | |
| Oh, I was only twenty four hours from | |
| Tulsa Ah, only one day away from your arms | |
| I saw the welcoming light and stopped to rest for the night | |
| And that is when | |
| I saw him as | |
| I pulled in outside of the small motel he was there | |
| And so I walked up to him, asked where | |
| I could get something to eat | |
| And he showed me where. | |
| Oh, I was only twenty four hours from | |
| Tulsa Ah, only one day away from your arms | |
| He took me to the caf, and he asked if | |
| I would stay, | |
| I said " OK" | |
| Oh, I was only twenty four hours from | |
| Tulsa Ah, only one day away from your arms | |
| The jukebox started to play and night time turned into day as we were dancin' | |
| Closely, all of a sudden | |
| I lost control as he held me tight | |
| And he kissed me, carressed me, told me he die | |
| Before he would let me out of his arms arms | |
| Oh, I was only twenty four hours from | |
| Tulsa Ah, only one day away from your arms | |
| I hate to do this to you but | |
| I love somebody new, what can | |
| I do? And | |
| I can never, never, nevergo home again. |