High In the Morning

Boy, that bottle belongs to the devil, better Leave it on the shelf. Could be the old man wants it For himself. Well it hurts my heart to see a young man fall It hurts me to my bones To see him high in the morning And by evening see him gone. Boy, that women belongs to the captain, better Let her go her way Before the captain, Got something to say. Well it hurts my heart to see a young man groan It hurts me to my bones To see him high in the morning And by evening see him gone Boy, that power belongs to the devil, better Leave that power alone Could be the devil, Gonna want it for his own. Well it hurts my heart to see a young man fall It hurts me to my bones To see him high in the morning And by evening see him gone To see him high in the morning And by evening see him gone