James Taylor - Hour That The Morning Comes Lyrics
Mama makes the music and she makes the newsShe dances all night in her golden shoesShes high flyingGoing, going , goneShell be halfway to heaven byThe hour that the morning comesAnd papas kacked out with his head in his lapMama likes to think that hes taking a napcause hes working so hardWorking all night longHell be halfway to hell inThe hour that the morning comesLike a bat out of hell in the moonlightLike the pieces of the pictureThat you broke last nightIm sure its going to be all rightIll be halfway heavy byThe hour that the morning comesOh, look at that fool with the lampshade onSomebody told him he was having funBut they were wrongWrong, wrong, wrongIf hes fool enough he might open his eyesWhen the morning comes alongNow look at that secret agent manSneaking out of church with blood on his handsHes for saleGoing, going, goneHell be the first to know and the last to goWhen the shit hits the fanGive me a little waterGive me a little wineYoure looking at a man whos been out in the sunshineJust a little too longLittle bit too longBut Ill be halfway home inThe hour that the morning comes
