Texty:
Edwin Mccain Messenger

Another beautiful morning under stars and bars And F series pickups and rusted out cars And they're eating breakfast at the strip bar Just to have a peek

The perfumed and smoky she swears that she knows me She's falling down drunk again I say she's mistaken she's visibly shaken Emotions all drowned in gin

Let them in, Peter For they are very tired Give them couches where the angels sleep And light those fires Let them wake whole again To brand new dawns

Just do your thing If it makes you feel better, yeah Go on and sing If it makes you feel better, yeah Shufflin' feet snuck up on me now This young man

She's a blue ridge cradle She's a mother to some And home to the laughter Of road weary ones So we'll sing all the old songs Sing to Grandmamma Road And

Ghost on the streets today doorways of Jackson Square In tinsel and tap shoes Mardi Gras beads in her hair And down to the graveyard she wrung out her

Another beautiful morning under stars and bars And F series pickups and rusted out cars And they're eating breakfast at the strip bar Just to have a

Just do your thing If it makes you feel better Go on and sing If it makes you feel better Shufflin' feet Snuck up on me now This young man's lost

Perfumed and smoky She swears that she knows me She's falling down drunk again I say she's mistaken She's visibly shaken Emotions all drowned in