Dr. Hook - The last morning

This is the ^Clast morning that I wake up in this dirty city Looking for the sunshine as the ^Fbuildings block the skies This is the ^Flast morning that I wash in rusty water Trying to shave a face that I don't ^Ceven recognise

^CDown the hallway rats are skittering, I can smell the garbage rotting Hear the children crying in an a^Fpartment down below This is the ^Clast morning, that I'm ^Fgonna have to listen to it I'm going ^Chome, yeah

This is the ^Clast morning, that I try to breath the heavy air Fight the crowds, avoid the traffic, ^Fwatch the world turn grey This is the ^Flast morning that I drink my coffee standing up Smile and speak to strangers who just ^Cturn and walk away

This is a ^Ctough cold city here, and I'll guess I'll never cut it here And I'm so tired of trying to stand a^Fgainst it all alone This is the ^Clast morning, that I'm ^Fgonna have to fight it I'm going ^Chome, yeah

This is the ^Clast morning that I wear these greasy overalls Punch the clock and do just what I'm ^Ftold to get along And face the ^Flong evening, laying close beside my radio Imagining the kisses of the ^Cgirl that sings the song

^CDown below the subway's screaming, as I lay here halfway dreaming Looking at the ceiling, wondering ^Fwhere, the dream went wrong (where, where) This is the ^Clast morning, that I'm ^Fgonna have to think about it I'm going ^Chome

I'm going ^Chome, I'm going home, I'm going home