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

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

Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh I need the sun to break, you've woken up my heart I'm shaking, all my luck could change And I hope I'm not too late Been in the dark for weeks and I've realized you're all I need I'm halfway gone, sleepless I'm battle-worn You're all I

Sing it to me 'til the morning sun comes up Love the sound of your love, turn it up, turn it up Hitting repeat, girl, I got you stuck in my head Should get out of this bed, but instead Go ahead, sing it to me Sing it to me, girl (all night) Sing it to

Now you're just losin' your mind Woke up early this morning As I looked around my world be crumblin' down What I saw, I couldn't believe, Who are you? What might I be? Oh, the things you do Stare at the sun, one means three At the helm insanity, if you'd

Sun is shining and the weather is sweet Sun is shining, the weather is sweet Make you want to move your dancing feet To the rescue, here I am To the rescue Want you to know, you all, where I stand (Monday morning) here I am Want you to know just if you

And can I hit it in the morning The sun rising while you moanin' Can I hit it in the morning Baby you summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline I'm trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime You fine as hell, I guess I met you for a

It ain't love that I'm chasin' but I'm runnin' just in case There's trouble where I'm going but I'm gonna go there anyway I hate Sunday mornings 'cause they always seem to start this way I'm looking for a lighter, I already bought the cigarettes Guess I

See how they run Lady Madonna, children at your feet Wonder how you manage to make ends meet Who finds the money when you pay the rent? Did you think that money was heaven sent? Friday night arrives without a suitcase Sunday morning creeping like a nun

Stop haunting me now I've got those Monday blues straight through Sunday blues Good morning heartache here we go again Good morning heartache you're the one who knew me when Might as well get used to you hanging around Good morning heartache sit down