Baby, this ain't me I got up this morning And I put on my shoes I tied my shoes Then I washed my face I went to the mirror For to comb my head I made a move Didn't know what to do

Where do I go now? Got up this morning Cause I don't think I can go myself Tell my family For a hundred miles A thousand more I'll go I wonder a hundred miles Got a thousand more to go I can't quit my walking

You know we're just working on it We're working on it, working on it No leaderboard keeping score Long as you woke up this morning And see you're working on it It might be taking forever, but it's better than never Everybody got ugly, ugly I'm like, oh

I'm the queen of Kansas City, no thanks Omaha, thanks a lot I'm the number one attraction in every supermarket parking lot Kansas City Star, that's what I are Got a letter just this morning, it was postmarked Omaha It was typed and neatly written,

My baby's gone, gone away from me Woke up this morning, my baby's gone I ain't got nobody to stay at home with me I ain't had no loving since my baby been gone I wonder 'bout my baby, what's gonna happen to me My whole life is in misery And now I'm

And baby I know you got your radio on Na na na na na na na And letting you go was wrong 'Cause I didn't know I needed you so I woke up again this morning And wouldn't you know it, pouring rain I went and burned a pot of coffee And like us I poured it

Eat the rich There's only one thing that they are good for Take one bite now - come back for more I gotta get this off my chest Take one bite now - spit out the rest Well I woke up this morning On the wrong side of the bed And how I got to thinkin' About

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone

Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops Came from the bottom now I get high at the top Early morning cutting corners Rolling up this marijuana Stole it straight from California homie what do you got on it? My cup holder filled with Tropicana Couple grams of

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone