Early In The Morning Blues

I'm not sad, and I never feel bad, I'm as happy as I can be

I won't fret, for I have never yet, there is nothing worries me

But Oh, Oh there's a time when I have feel so blue

That's why I am singing these blues to you

Oh, those early in the morning, when the day is dawning blues

Big Ben upon the table ringing out unwelcome news

You hate to leave your bed so warm, on a cold and frosty morn

And even though you're late, you want to hesitate

You start to stretch and yawn, the Clock keeps on a callin'

You keep on a-stallin', too, you haven't got another minute to lose

Then you bid your bed a fond adieu

And wish you could take it down to work with you

Oh, those early in the morning, when the day is dawning blues

Soon I'll go where it's forty below, to the land of the ice and snow

In a hut where I'll do nothing but, live the life of an Eskimo

For I know that's the only place I belong

Up there where the nights are all six months long

Oh, those early in the morning, when the day is dawning blues

Big Ben upon the table ringing out unwelcome news

You hate to leave your bed so warm, on a cold and frosty morn

And even though you're late, you want to hesitate

You start to stretch and yawn, the Clock keeps on a callin'

You keep on a-stallin', too, you haven't got another minute to lose

Then you bid your bed a fond adieu

And wish you could take it down to work with you

Oh, those early in the morning, when the day is dawning blues

Birds are a-singing, and steam pipes are a-ringing

While you're tucked away in the hay

Roosters are crowing and the clock gets a-going

Then your dreams all will vanish away

Then you get out of bed, wishing that you were dead

Feeling as tired as a Turk

You get so mad until you make up your mind to kill

The guy who invented work

Oh, those early in the morning, when the day is dawning blues

Big Ben upon the table ringing out unwelcome news

You hate to leave your bed so warm, on a cold and frosty morn

And even though you're late, you want to hesitate

You start to stretch and yawn, the Clock keeps on a callin'

You keep on a-stallin', too, you haven't got another minute to lose

Then you bid your bed a fond adieu

And wish you could take it down to work with you

Oh, those early in the morning, when the day is dawning blues