Morning Bugle

Here I am too wasted for the evenin' ride
Down to Mother Mary's other place
Can I hang out here beside the fireside?
Listen to the rain fall, falling on the earth ball

You know I tried, my dear, to be like everybody else
But my body and my mind had other plans
So here I am laid out beside your fireside
Listen to the rain fall, falling on the earth ball

Oh say, please don't go away
Haven't got much I can call to
If you're not here
Somewhere's else outside
Some scene I'll make myself fine to keep on laughing
I'll get by with a little bit of luck again

Gonna get me a place down here for Thanksgiving dinner, don't you know
Gonna get me a lid, keep back out of sight
It keeps me mellow, gets me way down low
Playing in the morning sun, singin' with the silver tongue

Gonna dig me a hole down here in all these patchwork quilts
Keep my banjo by the side right there in bed
Pretend I'm in a rowboat down at the railroad pond
Playing in the morning sun, playin' with the silver tongue

Oh me, what do you see, there's not much left in the cupboard
Half past three, it's time to make the survey again
The street's up, the streets gone up, town below got flooded
I'll get by with a little bit of luck again