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And when the morning comes and you gotta get up
How you going to find your shoes
In an empty bed with an achin' head
You know it's got to give you the blues

I don't know what's going on here
I know things are not all right
If you want me to I'll go dear
If you want, I'll stay all night

I came here with my broken heart
Wrapped away with care
And all you do is sit and drink
And stare at your TV

And when the morning comes and you gotta get up
How you going to find your shoes
In an empty bed with an achin' head
You know it's got to give you the blues

You ask me, why I came here
But you're the one who phoned
I wasn't very happy
But I did alright alone

I thought you learned to love me
I guess you never will
The key's lost to the kingdom
And I don't have time to kill

And when the morning comes and you gotta get up
How you going to find your shoes
In an empty bed with an achin' head
You know it's got to give you the blues

And when the morning comes and you gotta get up
How you going to find your shoes
In an empty bed with an achin' head
You know it's got to give you the blues

So it's goodbye, Carolina
So long, Tennessee
California's callin'
And Chicago's good to me

My feet are in the stirrups
My pony wants run
Think I'll hit the highway
I guess you're not the one

And when the morning comes and you gotta get up
How you going to find your shoes
In an empty bed with an achin' head
You know it's got to give you the blues

And when the morning comes and you gotta get up
How you going to find your shoes
In an empty bed with an achin' head
You know it's got to give you the blues

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