Early In The Morning Blues
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I'm not sad, and I never feel bad, I'm as happy as I can be
I won't fret, for I have never yet, there is nothing worries me
But Oh, Oh there's a time when I have feel so blue
That's why I am singing these blues to you
Oh, those early in the morning, when the day is dawning blues
Big Ben upon the table ringing out unwelcome news
You hate to leave your bed so warm, on a cold and frosty morn
And even though you're late, you want to hesitate
You start to stretch and yawn, the Clock keeps on a callin'
You keep on a-stallin', too, you haven't got another minute to lose
Then you bid your bed a fond adieu
And wish you could take it down to work with you
Oh, those early in the morning, when the day is dawning blues
Soon I'll go where it's forty below, to the land of the ice and snow
In a hut where I'll do nothing but, live the life of an Eskimo
For I know that's the only place I belong
Up there where the nights are all six months long
Oh, those early in the morning, when the day is dawning blues
Big Ben upon the table ringing out unwelcome news
You hate to leave your bed so warm, on a cold and frosty morn
And even though you're late, you want to hesitate
You start to stretch and yawn, the Clock keeps on a callin'
You keep on a-stallin', too, you haven't got another minute to lose
Then you bid your bed a fond adieu
And wish you could take it down to work with you
Oh, those early in the morning, when the day is dawning blues
Birds are a-singing, and steam pipes are a-ringing
While you're tucked away in the hay
Roosters are crowing and the clock gets a-going
Then your dreams all will vanish away
Then you get out of bed, wishing that you were dead
Feeling as tired as a Turk
You get so mad until you make up your mind to kill
The guy who invented work
Oh, those early in the morning, when the day is dawning blues
Big Ben upon the table ringing out unwelcome news
You hate to leave your bed so warm, on a cold and frosty morn
And even though you're late, you want to hesitate
You start to stretch and yawn, the Clock keeps on a callin'
You keep on a-stallin', too, you haven't got another minute to lose
Then you bid your bed a fond adieu
And wish you could take it down to work with you
Oh, those early in the morning, when the day is dawning blues
I won't fret, for I have never yet, there is nothing worries me
But Oh, Oh there's a time when I have feel so blue
That's why I am singing these blues to you
Oh, those early in the morning, when the day is dawning blues
Big Ben upon the table ringing out unwelcome news
You hate to leave your bed so warm, on a cold and frosty morn
And even though you're late, you want to hesitate
You start to stretch and yawn, the Clock keeps on a callin'
You keep on a-stallin', too, you haven't got another minute to lose
Then you bid your bed a fond adieu
And wish you could take it down to work with you
Oh, those early in the morning, when the day is dawning blues
Soon I'll go where it's forty below, to the land of the ice and snow
In a hut where I'll do nothing but, live the life of an Eskimo
For I know that's the only place I belong
Up there where the nights are all six months long
Oh, those early in the morning, when the day is dawning blues
Big Ben upon the table ringing out unwelcome news
You hate to leave your bed so warm, on a cold and frosty morn
And even though you're late, you want to hesitate
You start to stretch and yawn, the Clock keeps on a callin'
You keep on a-stallin', too, you haven't got another minute to lose
Then you bid your bed a fond adieu
And wish you could take it down to work with you
Oh, those early in the morning, when the day is dawning blues
Birds are a-singing, and steam pipes are a-ringing
While you're tucked away in the hay
Roosters are crowing and the clock gets a-going
Then your dreams all will vanish away
Then you get out of bed, wishing that you were dead
Feeling as tired as a Turk
You get so mad until you make up your mind to kill
The guy who invented work
Oh, those early in the morning, when the day is dawning blues
Big Ben upon the table ringing out unwelcome news
You hate to leave your bed so warm, on a cold and frosty morn
And even though you're late, you want to hesitate
You start to stretch and yawn, the Clock keeps on a callin'
You keep on a-stallin', too, you haven't got another minute to lose
Then you bid your bed a fond adieu
And wish you could take it down to work with you
Oh, those early in the morning, when the day is dawning blues