100 lyrics for "Up in the morning"
If I don't go crazy, honey, I'm going to lose my mind Well got up this morning, feeling 'round for my shoes Know about that, I got the walkin' blues I said I got up this morning, I was feeling 'round for my shoes I said you know about that now, I got the
PlayI open my eyes, each morning I rise To find the truth I know that is there It's my freedom I'm lucky to breathe, I'm lucky to feel, I'm glad to wake up, I'm glad to be here With all of this world, and all of it's pain, All of it's lies, and all of its
PlayI don't think so I don't feel so bad Wake up call Caught you in the morning with another one in my bed Don't you care about me anymore? Don't you care about me? Six foot tall Came without a warning, so I had to shoot him dead He won't come around here
PlayI believe they can take anything from me But they can't succeed in taking my inner peace They can say all they want to say about me But I'm gonna carry on Oh, yeah, oh huh I woke up this morning with a smile on my face Nobody's gonna bring me down today
PlayI saw the news this morning And saw your face across the screen And as I poured my coffee, I picked up a magazine But as I turned the page And looked inside There you were again (there you were) Oh these lonely times
PlayMiss Jackson, Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson Are you nasty? Out the back door goddamn but I love her anyway Where will you be waking up tomorrow morning? Are you nasty, are you nasty? I love her anyway (Climbing out back the door, didn't leave a mark)
PlayAnd the wills of the river Leads you here Where the wind it is yielding And the light it is clear To rest upon forever Or to live for one more day No I won't restrain the morning I'll get ready for this spring Oh see them planets shining
PlayFifty five hundred for a new pair of titties I'll buy 'em like Jordans Give her a couple of thousands now she feelin' important Dick her down she'll be gone by the morning She got them ass shots that I like Pop a Addie we'll be fuckin' all night She say
PlayThe 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
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