Lyrics Morning Bugle - John Hartford

Morning Bugle

Here I am, too wasted for the evenin' ride
Down to Mother Mary’s other place
Can I hang out here beside your fireside?
Listen to the rain fall, fallin' on the earth ball
You know I tried, my dear, to be like everybody else
But my body and my mind had other plans
Here I am, laid down by your fireside
Listenin' to the rainfall, fallin' on the earth ball
Oh say, please don’t go away
I haven’t got much I can call to
If you’re not here
Somewhere’s else outside
Some scene I’ll make myself fine to keep on laughin'
I’ll get by with a little bit of luck again
Gonna get me a place down here for Thanksgiving dinner, don’t ya know?
Gonna get me a lid and kickback out of sight
It keeps me mellow, it gets me way down low
Playin' in the mornin' sun, singin with a silver tongue
Gonna dig me a hole, right here in all of them patchwork quilts
Keep my banjo by my side, right there in my bed
Pretend I’m in a rowboat down at the railroad pond
Playin' in the mornin' sun, playin' with a silver tongue
Oh me, what do you see?
Not much left in the cupboard
Half past three and time to make the survey again
The street’s up, the street’s gone up
The town below got flooded
But I’ll get by with a little bit of luck again