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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brent Cobb
Brent Cobb
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brent Cobb
Brent Cobb
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
Producer

Lyrics

Early mornin', six years old I don't know where I'm goin' but I'm ready to go Mama's on the telephone while daddy cries Silence playin' on the radio I sat up in my seat, look out the window Watch the sunrise just to pass the time I ask, "What's wrong with you, daddy?" He wipes his eyes Says, "I got no place left to leave, nothing to believe I got no place left to go I'm kind of short on money And buddy, it's a long, long road Hey, hey, hey, morning sun won't you tell everyone I'm sorry that I couldn't show I got no place left to leave No place left to go" Guitar ringing in my ear I played a show last night and I had too many beers And I was doing alright until she called She said, "I'm tired, there's too much pain Ever since you left, ain't nothing been the same And I can't stand for this anymore" I said, "I'm sorry for you, baby, and are you sure?" 'Cause I got no place left to leave, nothing to believe I got no place left to go I'm kind of short on money And honey, it's a long, long road Hey, hey, hey, morning sun won't you tell everyone I'm sorry that I couldn't show That I got no place left to leave No place left to go Oh, I never thought that doing things my way Would ever really hurt anyone But all I've been shown is the highway Looks like I'm on the run And I got no place left to leave, nothing to believe I got no place left to go I'm kind of short on money And buddy, it's a long, long road Hey, hey, hey, morning sun won't you tell everyone I'm sorry that I couldn't show That I got no place left to leave No place left to go I got no place left to leave No place left to go
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