mama makes the music and she makes the news she dances all night in her golden shoes she s high flying going going gone she ll be halfway to heaven by the hour that the morning comes and papa s kacked out with his head in his lap mama likes to think that he s taking a nap because he s working so hard working all night long he ll be halfway to hell in the hour that the morning comes like a bat out of hell in the moonlight like the pieces of the picture that you broke last night i m sure it s gonna be all right i ll be halfway heavy by the hour that the morning comes oh look at that fool with the lampshade on somebody told him he was having fun but they were wrong wrong wrong wrong if he s a fool enough he might open his eyes when the morning comes along now look at that secret agent man sneaking out of church with blood on his hands he s for sale going going gone he ll be the first to know and the last to go when the shit hits the fan gimme little water gimme little wine you re looking at a man who s been out in the sunshine just a little too long little bit too long but i ll be halfway home in the hour that the morning comes1
['adult standards', 'classic rock', 'folk', 'folk rock', 'mellow gold', 'rock', 'singer-songwriter', 'soft rock']