White Paint Morning - Buffalo Tom

Pa, parara, papa, pararara

Pa, parara, papa, pararara

Papa, parara, papa, pararara

Sixty eight at twenty one

The girl has risen with the sun

It’s a white paint mornin' now

That the fog is gone

It’s a bright, dumb founded dawn

(Hey)

She lays down out on the lawn

And the new day wakes

And turns to confront the clock

And down, the little town

All squared away

Don’t it make you want to cry all day?

And gone, washed by the wind

(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)

(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)

Crushed by the clouds

(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)

It’s where the land end and the day begins

«Is this normal?»

She asks allowed

As she sifted through the crowd

Through her tears

And her strong morning perfume

It seems that life’s just not correct

(Hey)

From the observation deck

And she sits frozen in her bus seat

All the way

And down, the little town

All locked away

Don’t it make you want to cry all day?

And gone, washed by the wind

(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)

(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)

Crushed by the clouds

(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)

It’s where the land end and the day begins

Ooh

Statues and flowers

The crest fallen leaves

(Hey)

The minutes and hours yea

As ours gently leaves

And down, the little town

(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)

(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)

All squared away

(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)

Don’t it make you want to cry all day?

And gone, washed by the wind

(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)

(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)

Crushed by the clouds

(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)

It’s where the land end and the day begins

And down, the little town

(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)

(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)

All squared away

(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)

Don’t it make you want to cry all day?

And gone, yea gone

(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)

(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)

(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)

Yea, yea, yea gone

(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)

(Pa, parara, papa, pararara)

Don’t it make you, cry, cry, cry all day

Ooh