Mornin' Lights - Imagination

Oh, this town can get to talkin' Lately they been talkin' 'bout me Yeah, they say I been rockin' Maybe even causin' a scene But girl I'm still the life of the party The same ol' good-time Charlie Friday night I get to buzzin' Till I'm feelin' nothin' Drinkin' 2-for-1s way past two By Saturday, I'm long gone Lit up like the neon Thinkin' that I'm bulletproof By Sunday, I'm backslidin' Can't help it, can't fight it I know I'll be wakin' up to That Monday mornin' missin' Monday mornin' missin' you When that sun hits the curtains Ain't just my head hurtin' like hell And the thought of you baby Layin' there with somebody else But by the end of the week, I'll be over Dealin' with ya, goodbye sober Friday night I get to buzzin' Till I'm feelin' nothin' Drinkin' 2-for-1s way past two By Saturday, I'm long gone Lit up like the neon Thinkin' that I'm bulletproof By Sunday, I'm backslidin' Can't help it, can't fight it I know I'll be wakin' up to That Monday mornin' missin' Monday mornin' missin' you Yeah, I can fight it through Tuesday Wing it through Wednesday Fake it till I make it to that pay day Then Friday night I get to buzzin' Till I'm feelin' nothin' Drinkin' 2-for-1s way past two By Saturday, I'm long gone Lit up like the neon Thinkin' that I'm bulletproof By Sunday, I'm backslidin' Can't help it, can't fight it I know I'll be wakin' up to That Monday mornin' missin' Monday mornin' missin' you Yeah, here comes that Monday mornin' missin' Monday mornin' missin' you, yeah

In the early mornin' rain With a dollar in my hand An achin' in my heart And my pockets full of sand I'm a long way from home And I missed my loved one so In the early mornin' rain With nowhere to go Out on runway number nine Big 707 set to go I'm stuck here on the ground Where the cold winds blow The liquor tasted good And the women all were fast There she goes my friend She's a rollin' down at last Here the mighty engine's roar See the silver bird on high She's away in westward bound Far above the clouds she'll fly Where the mornin' rain don't fall And the sun always shines She'll be flyin' over my home In about three hours time This old airports got me down It's no earthly good to me 'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground Cold and drunk as I might be You can't hop a jet plane Like you can a freight train So I best be on my way In the early mornin' rain

In the early morning rain With a dollar in my hand And an aching in my heart And my pockets full of sand I'm a long way from home And I missed my loved one so In the early morning rain With no place to go Out on runway number nine Big 707 set to go But I'm out here on the grass Where the pavement never grows Well, the liquor tasted good And the women all were fast There she goes my friend She's rolling down at last Hear the mighty engine roar See the silver wing on high She's away and westward bound Far above the clouds she'll fly Where the morning rain don't fall And the sun always shines She'll be flying over my home In about three hours time This old airport's got me down It's no earthly good to me 'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground Cold and drunk as I might be You can't jump a jet plane Like you can a freight train So I'd best be on my way In the early morning rain So I'd best be on my way In the early morning rain