Tekst Utworu

I'm on my second cup of coffee and I still can't face the day I'm thinkin' of the lady who got lost along the way And if I don't stop this tremblin' hand from reachin' for the phone I'll be reachin' for the bottle, Lord, before this day is done I'm on my second cup of coffee and I still can't face the day The room was filled with laughs as we sang the night away But my sleep was filled with dreaming of the wrongs that I had done The gentle sweet reminder of a daughter and a son Sitting alone, my friends have all gone home You never know when they'll come droppin' in Thinking of girls with their fingers in my curls Too young to understand how love begins I'm on my second cup of coffee and I still can't face the dawn The radio is playin' a soft country song And if I don't stop this tremblin' hand from reachin' for the phone I'll be reachin' for the bottle, Lord, before this day is done Sitting alone, my friends have all gone home They never were around when I needed them Thinking of girls with their fingers in my curls Too young to understand how love begins I'm on my second cup of coffee and I still can't face the day I'm thinkin' of the lady who got lost along the way And if I don't stop this tremblin' hand from reachin' for the phone I'll be reachin' for the bottle, Lord, before this day is done And if I don't stop this tremblin' hand from reachin' for the phone I'll be reachin' for the bottle, Lord, before this day is done
Writer(s): Gordon Lightfoot Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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