Early in the mornin'

Well I’m never goin back, to that country again,

If I live for a long, long time,

Where my guitar played itself, leanin by the wall,

It give me a worried mind





 

Well it’s early, in the mornin,

Got my Sunday clothes,

I been out,

The side of the road,





 

Out where the four winds blow

When I lived there I was superstitious,

I felt like I was bout to die,

Knew every day, like I’d lived it before,

The Devil in the corner of my eye

Well it’s early, in the mornin,

Got my Sunday clothes,

I been out,The side of the road,

Out where the four winds blow

Lord that dirt road long…. empty,

The fields, dark at night,

Ain’t nothin for a person to do

‘tween dusk, and the break o’ daylight

Well it’s early, in the mornin,

Got my Sunday clothes,

I been out,

The side of the road,

Out where the four winds blow.

C.W. Stoneking