While walking one day down the bowery
Drinking without any cares
I happened upon a common old b**
Who had fallen down 3 flights of stairs
His coat was all ragged and tattered
The hair was white on his head
He gave me a letter with his dying breath
And these were the words that it said...
I was standing on a streetcar back in Frisco
Waiting for the light to change from red to green
When a thought came through my head about the time we went to bed
Underneaeth the western stars of Abilene
You know a lot of things get hazy when you wander
Days go by like boxcars in the night
But some day I know I'll find
Just a little peace of mind
And when I do I'll find you to make it right.
I'll be home in the morning when the sun is comin up
And the rooster's singin wake up to a thousand b***ercups
There'll be pigs in the pen, and turkey's in the woods
I'll be home in the morning, dear, for good.
It's 20 years ago that bus pulled out for Denver
We were standing in the station holding hands
Then we finally said goodbye and I stood and watched you cry
And I asked myself how you could understand
You know I've been alot of places since that Sunday
And some things I done just don't mean a thing
But one thing I know is true
Lord I'll get back home to you
This old bird can't stay forever on the wing.
I'll be home in the morning when the sun is comin up
And the rooster's singin wake up to a thousand b***ercups
There'll be pigs in the pen, and turkey's in the woods
I'll be home in the morning, dear, for good.
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Well I folded up the letter I was readin
Cause some things are just too personal to tell
And I gave it to the cop who was standing at the top
Of the stairs where that poor old b** had fell
He hadn't had the time to put her name upon it
And his hand had shook so bad his name was blurred
But it looked alot like mine
So I'm callin you this time
To say I'll be home in the morning, dear, for good
I'll be home in the morning when the sun is comin up
And the rooster's singin wake up to a thousand b***ercups
There'll be pigs in the pen, and turkey's in the woods
I'll be home in the morning, dear, for good.
Drinking without any cares
I happened upon a common old b**
Who had fallen down 3 flights of stairs
His coat was all ragged and tattered
The hair was white on his head
He gave me a letter with his dying breath
And these were the words that it said...
I was standing on a streetcar back in Frisco
Waiting for the light to change from red to green
When a thought came through my head about the time we went to bed
Underneaeth the western stars of Abilene
You know a lot of things get hazy when you wander
Days go by like boxcars in the night
But some day I know I'll find
Just a little peace of mind
And when I do I'll find you to make it right.
I'll be home in the morning when the sun is comin up
And the rooster's singin wake up to a thousand b***ercups
There'll be pigs in the pen, and turkey's in the woods
I'll be home in the morning, dear, for good.
It's 20 years ago that bus pulled out for Denver
We were standing in the station holding hands
Then we finally said goodbye and I stood and watched you cry
And I asked myself how you could understand
You know I've been alot of places since that Sunday
And some things I done just don't mean a thing
But one thing I know is true
Lord I'll get back home to you
This old bird can't stay forever on the wing.
I'll be home in the morning when the sun is comin up
And the rooster's singin wake up to a thousand b***ercups
There'll be pigs in the pen, and turkey's in the woods
I'll be home in the morning, dear, for good.
Instrumental
Well I folded up the letter I was readin
Cause some things are just too personal to tell
And I gave it to the cop who was standing at the top
Of the stairs where that poor old b** had fell
He hadn't had the time to put her name upon it
And his hand had shook so bad his name was blurred
But it looked alot like mine
So I'm callin you this time
To say I'll be home in the morning, dear, for good
I'll be home in the morning when the sun is comin up
And the rooster's singin wake up to a thousand b***ercups
There'll be pigs in the pen, and turkey's in the woods
I'll be home in the morning, dear, for good.