| Every morning when I wake up
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| Burn my fingers on the coffee pot
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| Toast was cold and the orange juice was hot
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| I should start over but you know I’d rather not
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| Same thing gonna happen again
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| Cause that’s the bag I’m in
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| Other day as I was walking down the street
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| Whistling the blues to the tapping of my feet
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| Some old bag called the cops on the beat
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| It’ll happen every single time
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| Every morning when I get up
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| I miss my connection and I’m late for work again
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| I ain’t seen the sunshine since I can’t remember when
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| I guess they’ll drop the atom bomb the day my ship comes in
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| Sometimes you just can’t win
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| Every morning when I wake up
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| Burn my fingers on the pot
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| Toast is cold and the orange juice is hot
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| I’d start over but I guess I better not
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| Same thing gonna happen again cause that’s the bag I’m in
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| Every morning when I get up
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| I miss my connection and I’m late for work again
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| I ain’t seen the sunshine since I can’t remember when
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| I guess they’ll drop the atom bomb the day my ship comes in
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| Sometimes you just can’t win
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| Every morning when I wake up
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| I burn my fingers on the pot
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| Toast is cold and the juice is always hot
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| I should start over but you know I’d rather not
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| Same thing will happen again cause that’s the bag I’m in |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song That's the Bag I'm In , by - Gram Parsons. Song from the album Another Side Of This Life, in the genre Иностранный рок