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It's a Bloody Mary morning, |
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Baby left me without warning |
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Sometime in the night |
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So I'm flyin' down to Houston |
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Forgetting her's the nature of my flight |
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As we taxi toward the runway |
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With the smog and haze |
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Reminding me of how I feel |
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Just a country boy who's learnin' |
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That the pitfalls of the city |
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Are extremely real |
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All the night life and the parties |
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And temptation and deceit |
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The order of the day |
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Well it's a Bloody Mary mornin' |
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Cause I'm leavin' baby somewhere in LA |
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It's a Bloody Mary morning... |
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Our golden jet is airborn |
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And flight Fifty cuts a path |
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Across the mornin' sky |
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And a voice comes on the speaker |
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Reassuring us flight Fifty |
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Is the way to fly |
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And a hostess takes our order |
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Coffee tea or something stronger |
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To start off the day |
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Well it's a Bloody Mary morning |
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Cause I'm leavin' baby somewhere in LA |
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It's a bloody mary morning... |
