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Morning is coming Morning is on it's way It's revelation day Sweet nightingale Wake up, it's a beautiful day 'Cause I be rocking in my shoes To this sweet reggae groove Ain't nobody gonna spoil my mood Oh nightingale

I woke up this morning It might take a while Might as well smile With a smile on my face Laughing the blues Tells me I should be scared I threw out those stones That stood in my way And I put on a new pair

Me and all my friends We drink up, we fall down And then we do it all again Get up, and go out You better hang on if your taggin' along 'Cause we'll be doin' this 'till six in the mornin' Nothin' wrong with goin' all night long Just not tough to put the

I'm up all night Don't keep me waiting Behind your best disguise We're only loving place like ? So if I get your cover We can do this right Til' the morning light I'm up, I'm up I'm up, I'm up, I'm up, I'm up

I'm in a trance Hey baby tell me can't you hear me calling I want to try to stop this life I take too much in the Saturday night I wake up in the morning And the sun begins to shine The day did sneak up on the night I see your face and I see myself

When you knocked upon my door Down by the highway side Early this morning Early this morning, ooh And I said "hello Satan I believe it's time to go" Me and the Devil Was walkin' side-by-side Me and the Devil, ooh

Well now, come here baby, sit down on daddy's knee. Well, I rolled and I tumbled, cried the whole night long. Well, I woke up this morning, my biscuit rolling on. I want to tell you about the way they treated me. When I woke up this morning, all I had

Let's go make a mess of the bed we made this morning Like the roofs been hit by hurricane Throw those pillows on the hardwood And tangle those sheets up real good Let's go make a mess of, make a mess of the bed we made Let's go make, let's go make make a

Well, it gettin' Late on into the evenin' and I feel like, like blowin' my home When I woke up this mornin' all I had, I had was gone Late on into the evenin', child, I feel like, like blowin' my home Well now, woke up this mornin', all I had was gone