| It’s a bloody Mary morning
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| Baby left me without warning
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| Sometime in the night
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| So I’m flying down to Houston
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| Forgetting her, the nature of my flight
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| As we taxi toward the runway
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| With the smog and haze reminding me
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| Of how I feel
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| Just a country boy who’s learning
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| That the pitfalls of the city are extremely real
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| All the nightlife and the parties
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| Temptation and a seat
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| The order of the day
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| We’ll it’s a bloody Mary morning
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| And I’m leaving baby
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| Somewhere in L. A
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| Our golden jet is airborne
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| And flight #50 cuts a path across the morning sky
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| And a voice comes through the speaker
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| Reassuring us flight #50 is the way to fly
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| And a hostess takes our order
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| Coffee, tea, or something stronger to start off the day
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| It’s a bloody Mary morning
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| And I’m leaving baby somewhere in L. A |