Michael Martin Murphey Drunken Lady Of The Morning (feat. Lyle Lovett)
The drunken lady of the morning
Stumbles down the street
And makes a joke of every tipsy minute
Her true love is the garbage man
He sweeps her off her feet
It's not a perfect world but she is in it
She'd like to try to make the morning smile
Hold it to her breast a little while
Rockin' it to sleep just like a child
She feels her bones to be the stones
That pave the slippery street
She'd like to use a building for a bonnet
She wonders if the world will wait
So she can stand up straight;
It spins so fast she just can't stand up on it
She'd like to use the magic in her mind
To turn the oil slick in the street to wine
Or polish a policeman's eyes until they shine
The drunken lady of the morning mumbles as she swings
Her head's so heavy she can barely life it
And smashing glass she curses at the bottle that she flings;
It's not a perfect love but she sleeps with it
She'd like to try to make the morning cry
And tell the rising sun another lie
Or choke the light of day
Just like it was a spy
Feeling fine
Going blind
All mankind
Is divine