Baby, I’m not waiting I’m just holding on to good It’s still early, it’s still more than I should I’m off to Carolina I’m gonna wear my mama’s boots We may be parted, but that don’t cut us at the roots
’Cause in the morning, in the morning Sometimes I think about the way you held me In the morning, in the morning Sometimes I think about the way you held me
It’s colder in November The leaves are turning on the limbs The color’s brightest just before the branches thin And, yes, I still remember But I am trying to begin I met a new love and I’m growing into him
But in the morning, in the morning Sometimes I think about the way you held me In the morning, in the morning Sometimes I think about the way you held me
I see a new flag rising on an old flagpole A shotgun fired in the firing hole I’ll let the snow keep falling till my world is white I don’t need your hand tonight
But in the morning, in the morning Sometimes I think about the way you held meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
