Texty: Bob Dylan. Blood On The Tracks. Meet Me in The Morning.

Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabasha
Meet me in the morning, 56th and Wabasha
Honey, we could be in Kansas
By time the snow begins to thaw

They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn
They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn
Honey, you wouldn't know it by me
Every day's been darkness since you been gone

Little rooster crowin', there must be something on his mind
Little rooster crowin', there must be something on his mind
Well, I feel just like that rooster
Honey, you treat me so unkind

Well, I struggled through barbed wire, felt the hail fall from above
Well, I struggled through barbed wire, felt the hail fall from above
Well, you know I even out ran the hound dogs
Honey, you know I've earned your love

Look at that sun, sinkin' like a ship
Look at that sun, sinkin' like a ship
Ain't that just like my heart, babe
When you kissed my lips?