James Taylor - Hour That The Morning Comes текст песни

Mama makes the music and she makes the news

She dances all night in her golden shoes

Shes high flying

Going, going , gone

Shell be halfway to heaven by

The hour that the morning comes

And papas kacked out with his head in his lap

Mama likes to think that hes taking a nap

cause hes working so hard

Working all night long

Hell 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

Im sure its going to be all right

Ill 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 hes 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

Hes for sale

Going, going, gone

Hell 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

Youre looking at a man whos been out in the sunshine

Just a little too long

Little bit too long

But Ill be halfway home in

The hour that the morning comes