This morning, this morning Nobody knows the way I feel this morning I feel like I could scream and cry I even hate to hear your name Nobody knows the way I feel If I'd only had my way The graveyard would be the place My man would lay I'm true out on it

Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning And the sun goes down about three in the day And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking In the deep dark hills of eastern Kentucky That's the place where I trace my bloodline And it's

How you doing today? Are you sitting in the madman's hands again? No, I don't wanna let you down I'm not gonna lie, I'm not a nice nice guy But I tried and tried but I don't know why 'Cause when I put my head down sleeping I got this tiny little feeling

They put their trust in us They're gonna be like us Sunday morning, I heard the preacher say Thou shall not kill I don't wanna hear nothing else about killing And that it's God's will 'Cause our children are watching us So let's learn from our history

We used to laugh a lot But only because we thought That everything good always would remain Nothing's gonna change there's no need to complain Saturday morning and it's time to go One day these could be the days but who could have known Loading in the

One, two, three, one two, three, drink Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonight I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier On for tonight, on for tonight I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist Like

Underneath the lovely London sky When the early hours have come and gone Through the misty morning showers I greet the door For when the light has hit the ground There's lots of treasures to be found Though the lamps are turning down Please don’t feel

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

(Momma can you carry me?) To the early morning I wanna make it right My faith is buried somewhere underneath the town (Until it’s paid for) Strawberry season, my sweetheart is coming ‘round (After it rains and pour) How did you find me here? It must be

Her world collapsed early Sunday morning Those creatures jumped the barricades She held the child and whispered With calm, calm, "belong" She got up from the kitchen table Folded the newspaper and silenced the radio And have headed for the sea, sea And