Lyrics Brent Cobb – Mornin’s Gonna Come

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

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