| There’s a woman and she thinks I can do no wrong
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| She’s been waiting for me, all night long
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| Still she forgives me, when I drag it home
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| And tells me I belong
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| For her this early morning song
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| It’s for Harry-why and the times that have go-one before
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| We’re still laughin' but I, I ain’t that much fun no more
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| Still he forgives me, in the mornin' light
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| For keepin' him up to long
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| For him this early morning song
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| It’s for all you cowboys, ridin' home alone
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| It’s for all you lovers, Tryin' to love a telephone
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| It’s for the children, And the hawk in the mornin' haze
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| For the people that I, I don’t see too much these days
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| Will you forgive me, when we meet again
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| For stayin' away so long
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| I’ve just been out there in the dawn
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| Singin' my early mornin' song
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| So please forgive me, when we meet again
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| For stayin' away so long
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| I’ve just been out there in the dawn
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| Singin' my early mornin' song |