The Morning - Brass

It’s a bloody Mary morning

Baby left me without warning

Sometime in the night

So I’m flyin' down to Houston

Forgetting her’s the nature of my flight

As we taxi toward the runway

With the smog and haze

Reminding me of how I feel

Just a country boy who’s learnin'

That the pitfalls of the city

Are extremely real

All the night life and the parties

And temptation and deceit

The order of the day

Well it’s a bloody Mary mornin'

'Cause I’m leavin' baby somewhere in LA

It’s a bloody Mary morning…

Our golden jet is airborne

And flight Fifty cuts a path

Across the mornin' sky

And a voice comes on the speaker

Reassuring us flight Fifty

Is the way to fly

And a hostess takes our order

Coffee tea or something stronger

To start off the day

Well it’s a bloody Mary morning

Cause I’m leavin' baby somewhere in LA

It’s a bloody Mary morning…