She was a waitress in a west Texas dance hall
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I was a cowboy with a throat full of sand
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I called her Honey when she brought my whiskey
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And later I left there holding her hand
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Then we walked down the street to a tumble down hotel
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Where she had a room on a cold second floor
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And that room looked like hell just a bed and a table
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A shade on the window and a lock on the door
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I said to myself she's cheap and she's easy
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But she don't look half bad I'll stay for the night
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But I'll leave when it's early cause I've got this feeling
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She won't look so good in the bright morning light
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[ harmonica ]
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I've known some devils and I've known some angels
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I once had a woman on the Mexico line
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But I've never been touched like that woman touched me
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She lay there beside me and crawled in my mind
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And we talked and we smoked and made love till mornin'
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The sun come a streamin' through a hole in the shade
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And it fell like a spotlight on her face and her body
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And it hung like a halo round the bed where we lay
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I said to myself she's cheap and she's easy
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But she don't look half bad I guess I'll stay for the night
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But I'll tell you boys that was five years ago and Lord God what a woman
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She still looks as good in the bright morning light
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Bright Morning Light
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| David Allan Coe |
