Mornin's Gonna Come - Brent Cobb

Crooked old barefoot shovin' it across the outdoor dancefloor like you ain’t

got no sense

His new girlfriend found her a pretty good fella I guess that she’s into

rednecks

Oh my, no lie: y’all better hold on tight

We got a lot of ice-cold cheap beer flowin' around here, lord wish we had all

night

But the mornin’s gonna come and it won’t be no fun for anyone

Watch out for Miss comin' up to you, leanin' up on you, wanna take you home

tonight

She got herself a six-foot-fiver Mac Truck driver comin' in hot,

and he loves to fight

Oh my, no lie: she’ll put it on you in a minute

In a double-wide cheetah print silk sheet queen-size, it’s sure cozy while

you’re in it

But the mornin’s gonna come and it won’t be no fun for anyone, son

Oh my, no lie: there ain’t no turnin' back now

And you can’t un-think what you already done

And the moonlight’s gonna burn out

And the mornin’s gonna come and it won’t be no fun for anyone

Yeah the mornin’s gonna come and it won’t be no fun for anyone