Early in the morning when I'm still in bed I start thinking 'bout last night My imagination gets the best of me And I can feel the match burn twice
Get up Jack, crack your head Sweatin' whiskey in my bed Ain't you heard a word I've said Get up Jack Get up Jack, read the news See if you can tie
August in the city 90 degrees The streets are full of arms and legs The audience is hangin' on the corner Just waitin' for some bones to beg The
Billy-Ray was a Preacher's son And when his daddy would visit he'd come along When they gathered round and started talking Cousin Billy would take