I went downtown to see milady She stood me up and I stood there waiting But it'll be all right when The Morning Comes Now I'm up in the air with the rain in my hair I've got nowhere to go, so I can go anywhere And it'll be all right when the Morning

It's a small town throwdown Crank that country up loud Its time to tall boy up let them tailgates down Yea Man its on tonight right into morning light Its time to tall boy up Let them tailgates down Round these parts there ain't much to do Except work

And there ain't no way, Cause I'm keeping you Forever and for always We will be together all of our day Wanna wake up every Morning to your sweet face, always I'm lettin' you go now I'll never see that day And there ain't no how

You gotta get up in the morning take your heavy load And you gotta keep goin' down the long black road They used to tell me boy you ain't goin' nowhere With your cheap guitar and your big long hair You gotta realize all your responsibilities You gotta

Ooohh, the rain is falling Early in the morning The sun was up and the sky was very blue, Without a warning, As I looked out, my thoughts returned to you, A noise in the city made the children run, And hide themselves away, And thunder boomed and

Burnin' all pollution tonight How many rivers This morning I woke up in a curfew Oh God, I was a prisoner, too Could not recognize the faces standing over me All dressed in uniforms of brutality How many rivers do we have to cross Before we can talk to

Do you wanna be my girl? Let it breathe Do you wanna be my baby? I wake up early in the morning You go to sleep late at night I kinda front like I don't want to Inside I'm losing my mind Don't tell me that you got a boyfriend Don't tell me I'm not your

All along the banks of the Royal Canal And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle A hungry feeling Came o'er me stealing And the mice were squealing In my prison cell Oh! To start the morning The warden bawling "Get up out of bed, you! And Clean out your

What you think this is? Ayy, ayy, don't need no new friends Ayy, top me in the whip, just might crash the Benz Yeah, ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Ayy, I woke up this morning counted half a M, yeah Ooh, yeah, what you think this is? Yeah Uh, just

The forecast calls for pain Coffee for my breakfast Shot of whiskey on the side It's a dark and dreary morning With the clouds covering up the sky My baby's turning cold And the forecast calls for pain