Hour That The Morning Comes Lyrics

from Album (Dad Loves His Work) by James Taylor
James Vernon Taylor (born March 12, 1948) is an American United States singer-songwriter and guitarist born in Boston, Massachusetts, and raised in Carrboro Carrboro, North Carolina , North Carolina. [more..]

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 knocked 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.


James Taylor



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