Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drunken Lady of the Morning, artist - Michael Martin Murphey. Album song Austinology - Alleys of Austin, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 18.10.2018
Record label: Soundly, Wildfire
Song language: English
Drunken Lady of the Morning |
The drunken lady of the morning |
Stumbles down the street |
And makes a joke of every tipsy minute |
Her true love is the garbage man |
He sweeps her off her feet |
It’s not a perfect world but she is in it |
She’d like to try to make the morning smile |
Hold it to her breast a little while |
Rockin' it to sleep just like a child |
She feels her bones to be the stones |
That pave the slippery street |
She’d like to use a building for a bonnet |
She wonders if the world will wait |
So she can stand up straight; |
It spins so fast she just can’t stand up on it |
She’d like to use the magic in her mind |
To turn the oil slick in the street to wine |
Or polish a policeman’s eyes until they shine |
The drunken lady of the morning mumbles as she swings |
Her head’s so heavy she can barely life it |
And smashing glass she curses at the bottle that she flings; |
It’s not a perfect love but she sleeps with it |
She’d like to try to make the morning cry |
And tell the rising sun another lie |
Or choke the light of day |
Just like it was a spy |
Feeling fine |
Going blind |
All mankind |
Is divine |