Hour That The Morning Comes Lyrics - Dad Loves His Work - James Taylor

Mama makes the music and she makes the news 

She dances all night in her golden shoes 

She's high flying 

Going, going , gone 

She'll be halfway to heaven by 

The hour that the morning comes 

And papa's kacked out with his head in his lap 

Mama likes to think that he's taking a nap 

'cause he's working so hard 

Working all night long 

He'll be halfway to hell in 

The hour that the morning comes 

Like a bat out of hell in the moonlight 

Like the pieces of the picture 

That you broke last night 

I'm sure it's going to be all right 

I'll be halfway heavy by 

The hour that the morning comes 

Oh, look at that fool with the lampshade on 

Somebody told him he was having fun 

But they were wrong 

Wrong, wrong, wrong 

If he's fool enough he might open his eyes 

When the morning comes along 

Now look at that secret agent man 

Sneaking out of church with blood on his hands 

He's for sale 

Going, going, gone 

He'll be the first to know and the last to go 

When the shit hits the fan 

Give me a little water 

Give me a little wine 

You're looking at a man who's been out in the sunshine 

Just a little too long 

Little bit too long 

But I'll be halfway home in 

The hour that the morning comes