We're on a road to nowhere, come on inside. Takin' that ride to nowhere, we'll take that ride. I'm feelin' okay this mornin', and you know, we're on the road to paradise, here we go, here we go.
Oh, it's nice to get up in the mornin', But it's nicer to lie in bed.
Once upon a time. . . ” “In the beginning was. . . ” That’s the way it always starts off. Every story, gospel, history, chronicle, myth, legend, folktale, or old wives’ tale blues riff begins with “Woke up this mornin’. . . .
Mornin' ladies, my goodness don't you look happy. Must be cuttin' somebody up pretty good.
Rise up this mornin', Smile with the risin' sun.
one thing I don’t need is any more apologies i got sorry greetin me at my front door you can keep yrs i don’t know what to do wit em they don’t open doors or bring the sun back they don’t make me happy or get a mornin paper didn’t nobody stop usin my tears to wash cars cuz a sorry.
I should think you could be gladder on Monday mornin' than any other day in the week, because 'twould be a whole week before you'd have another one!
These ante meridiem cats, insomniacs. . . Four in the mornin' we throwin back some Cognac juice.
