Baby, Im not waiting
Im just holding on to good
Its still early, its still more than I should
Im off to Carolina
Im gonna wear my mamas boots
We may be parted, but that dont cut us at the roots
Cause in the morning, in the morning
Sometimes I think about the way you held me
In the morning, in the morning
Sometimes I think about the way you held me
Its colder in November
The leaves are turning on the limbs
The colors brightest just before the branches thin
And, yes, I still remember
But I am trying to begin
I met a new love and Im growing into him
But in the morning, in the morning
Sometimes I think about the way you held me
In the morning, in the morning
Sometimes I think about the way you held me
I see a new flag rising on an old flagpole
A shotgun fired in the firing hole
Ill let the snow keep falling till my world is white
I dont need your hand tonight
But in the morning, in the morning
Sometimes I think about the way you held me