While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light And now I know Spanish Harlem are not

I woke up-a this mo'nin' I'm 'on buy me a airplane I do no hollerin' Baby, what in this world, I'm gon' do Good Morning School Girl 3:03 Trk 16 (John Lee Williamson) Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee) John Lee - vocal & harmonica With Joe Williams and

Then just walk away But we had yesterday If I've got to be strong Don't you know I need to have tonight when you're gone? Touch me in the morning We don't have tomorrow Wasn't it me who said that Nothing good's gonna last forever?

Wit' your name on it Got a bed, wit' your name on it Got a kiss, wit' your name on it Love me good Don't make me wait until the morning Got a bed, wit’ your name on it O-on, on it Wit’ your name on it Thousand on the sheets

Good morning Haha, wake your mother fucking asses up Yo what is the what? Well come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleeping on my roof bitch! For whatever it's worth it's worth me having my ass whipped 'Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever

Lipstick letters across the mirror this morning Said, "goodbye, baby." You left with no warning Like a thief in the night, you ran away with my heart I can't believe my eyes, must be a bad dream You always said we had a good thing You never once let on

Feelings like this can't be wrong And too much of a good thing is a good thing And we've got a good thing going on Smiles in the morning as warm as sunshine Kisses when I lay down at night And two loving arms to console me I should be scared it's so

Way over town That's good to me oh, yeah Well, I've got a woman Say I've got a woman I've got a woman She saves her lovin' early in the morning Just for me Don't you know she's alright She give me money When I'm in need

Good morning, America How are you? Say don't you know me? I'm your native son I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done Riding on the city of New Orleans Illinois Central, Monday morning rail

Whoah, something bad Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen Got a real good feelin’ something bad about to happen Stand on the box, stomp your feet, start clapping Wake up in the morning’ don’t know what happened Drinks keep coming, throw