Baby, I'm not waiting
I'm just holding on to good
It's still early, it's still more than I should
I'm off to Carolina
I'm gonna wear my mama's boots
We may be parted, but that don't 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
It's colder in November
The leaves are turning on the limbs
The color's brightest just before the branches thin
And, yes, I still remember
But I am trying to begin
I met a new love and I'm growing into himBut 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
I'll let the snow keep falling till my world is white
I don't need your hand tonightBut in the morning, in the morning
Sometimes I think about the way you held me
