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Chorus: |
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It's a bloody Mary morning |
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Baby's left me without warning |
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Sometime in the night |
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And I'm flying down to Houston |
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Forgetting her the nature of my flight |
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As we taxi toward the runway |
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With the smog and smoke reminding me |
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Of how I feel |
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Just a country boy who's learning |
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That the pitfalls of the city are extremely real |
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All the nightlife and the parties |
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Temptation and a seat |
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The order of the day |
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It's a bloody Mary morning |
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And I'm leaving baby |
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Somewhere in L.A. |
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[ Chorus ] |
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Now our golden jet is airborne |
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And flight #50 cuts a path across the morning sky |
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And a voice comes through the speaker |
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Reassuring us flight #50 is the way to fly |
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And our hostess takes an order |
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Coffee, tea, or something stronger to start off the day |
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It's a bloody Mary morning |
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And I'm leaving baby somewhere in L.A. |
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[ Chorus - x3 ] |
