Dr Hook and the Medicine Show - Last morning

This is the ^Elast morning, that I wake up in this dirty city, looking for the sunshine, as the ^Bbuildings block the skies This is the ^B7last morning, that I wash in rusty water, trying to shave a face, that I don't ^Eeven recognize

^EDown the hallway rats are skittering, I can smell the garbage rotting; hear the children crying, in an a^Apartment, down below This is the ^B7last morning, that I'm gonna have to listen to it, I'm going ^Ehome, ^Esusyeah ^E

This is the ^Elast morning, that I try to breath the heavy air, fight the crowds, avoid the traffic, ^Bwatch the world turn ^B7grey

smile and speak to strangers, who just ^Eturn and walk away This is a ^Etough cold city here, and I'll guess I'll never cut it here And I'm so tired of trying to stand a^Against it, all alone This is the ^B7last morning, that I'm gonna have to fight it, I'm going ^Ehome, ^Esusyeah ^E

This is the ^Elast morning that I wear these greasy overalls, punch the clock, and do just what I'm ^Btold, to get along And face the ^B7long evening, laying close beside my radio, imagining the kisses, of the ^Egirl that sings the song^{Esus E}

^EDown below the subway's screaming, as I lay here halfway dreaming Looking at the ceiling, wondering ^Awhere, the dream went ^Ewrong (where, where) This is the ^B7last morning, that I'm gonna have to think about it,

I'm going ^Ehome, ^Esusyeah ^E I'm going ^Ehome^Esus, I'^Em going ^Ehom^Esuse, I^E'm going ^Ehom^Esuse . .^E . .