| And when the morning comes and you gotta get up
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| How you going to find your shoes
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| In an empty bed with an achin' head
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| You know it’s got to give you the blues
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| I don’t know what’s going on here
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| I know things are not all right
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| If you want me to I’ll go dear
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| If you want, I’ll stay all night
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| I came here with my broken heart
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| Wrapped away with care
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| And all you do is sit and drink
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| And stare at your TV
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| And when the morning comes and you gotta get up
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| How you going to find your shoes
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| In an empty bed with an achin' head
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| You know it’s got to give you the blues
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| You ask me, why I came here
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| But you’re the one who phoned
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| I wasn’t very happy
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| But I did alright alone
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| I thought you learned to love me
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| I guess you never will
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| The key’s lost to the kingdom
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| And I don’t have time to kill
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| And when the morning comes and you gotta get up
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| How you going to find your shoes
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| In an empty bed with an achin' head
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| You know it’s got to give you the blues
|
| And when the morning comes and you gotta get up
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| How you going to find your shoes
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| In an empty bed with an achin' head
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| You know it’s got to give you the blues
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| So it’s goodbye, Carolina
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| So long, Tennessee
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| California’s callin'
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| And Chicago’s good to me
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| My feet are in the stirrups
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| My pony wants run
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| Think I’ll hit the highway
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| I guess you’re not the one
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| And when the morning comes and you gotta get up
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| 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
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| You know it’s got to give you the blues |