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Taylor James - Hour That the Morning Comes     print Printer friendly page
Mama makes the music and she makes the news

She dances all night in her golden shoes

She's high flying

Going, going , gone

She'll be halfway to Heaven by

The hour that the morning comes



And papa's kacked out with his head in his lap

Mama likes to think that he's taking a nap

'Cause he's working so hard

Working all night long

He'll be halfway to hell in

The hour that the morning comes



Like a bat out of hell in the moonlight

Like the pieces of the picture

That you broke last night

I'm sure it's going to be all right

I'll be halfway heavy by

The hour that the morning comes



Oh, look at that fool with the lampshade on

Somebody told him he was having fun

But they were wrong

Wrong, wrong, wrong

If he's fool enough he might open his eyes

When the morning comes along



Now look at that secret agent man

Sneaking out of church with blood on his hands

He's for sale

Going, going, gone

He'll be the first to know and the last to go

When the shit hits the fan



Give me a little water

Give me a little wine

You're looking at a man who's been out in the sunshine

Just a little too long

Little bit too long

But I'll be halfway home in

The hour that the morning comes

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