James Taylor – Hour That The Morning Comes Lyrics  Share

From James Taylor's album: Dad Loves His Work

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 knocked out with his head in his lap.
Mama likes to think that he^,s taking a nap
cause 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 going to be all right,
I^,ll be halfway heavy by the hour that the morning comes

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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 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.

Give me a little water, give me a 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 comes.
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