| Lyrics: | (R. FurayJ. Messina)
Bein' at most just a country boy innocent and all
I turned my face
away from the farm, on the city I would call
Hey, what's doin' in the town of fortune and
fame?
Bright lights a-glowin', I've come to make my name
You see I've got my ol'
guitar, I'm not a beggin' fool
I play this town and a thousand more (God knows)
God knows I
keep my cool
So what's a missin'? I've given my word the best
And I'm downright grateful,
for Oh Yeah, my life's been blessed
CHORUS
My my, can't you see the warnin'
When
the fires burn in hell you better pay
Oh Yeah it's gonna get you in the mornin'
Now's your
chance you better get away
Stayed awake 'most all last night, just couldn't get to
sleep
So many things sittin' on my brain, yes, I need a chance to think
But I've been told
not to worry, everything's gonna be all right
Oh, mama, won't you tell me, why did I leave that
night?
Seems like it's been ages ago now since I come to town
Ain't much changed, every
face is the same
Oh, people just a-hangin' round
So I'm a-leavin' this mornin', gonna go
back home today
And let me tell you, buddy, turn around if you're fixin' to stay
You better
go on back today
My my, can't you see the warnin'
When the fires burn in hell you
better pay
Oh Yeah it's gonna get you in the mornin'
Now's your chance you better get
away
My my, can't you see the warnin'
When the fires burn in hell you better pay
Oh
Yeah it's gonna get you in the mornin'
Now's your chance you better get away |
