| Just like a motherless son of a bitch |
| Loaded on ephedrine looking for downers and coke |
| Like a sun that just wouldn’t set out on the horizon |
| Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs |
| I took a train and came up from Carolina |
| I was looking for something to do |
| Nothing I found could ever quite occupy me |
| With nothing to gain there’s always nothing to lose |
| Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs |
| Cry me a river till the morning comes |
| I should’ve died a hundred thousand times |
| Teetering stoned off the side of buildings |
| Nobody loved me and nobody even tried |
| You cant hang on to something that wont stop moving |
| Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs |
| I got arrested down south for hitting a clerk |
| I spit in his face, the bastard knocked me out |
| He leered at my lady and then he touched her face |
| Thank God she had the money to bail me out |
| Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs |
| Cry me a river till the morning comes |
| Bar room boogie just like in the movies |
| Go on put it to me shake it till the rattles come on |
| Take me where the morning don’t come |
| I had a dog named Jet, when I was a kid |
| Until one day he wandered off and died |
| One night I went in the yard and dug him up |
| And he laid in the box just like a pile of bones |
| Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs |
| I used to get loaded and baby Id drive your car |
| It seemed like there was always a cop |
| Coming behind me and following close as they could |
| Eventually they’d just trail off |
| Loaded and cruising to them nighttime songs |
| Cry me a river till the morning comes |
| Bar room boogie just like in the movies |
| Go on put it to me shake it till the rattles come on |
| Take me where the morning don’t come |
| I think I died a hundred thousand times |
| Mixing liquor with mystery pills |
| Mystery pills and heroin mixed into cocaine |
| Face down out on the riverside |
| Most of my friends are married and making them babies |
| To most of them I already died |
| And whatever it is about you I’ve always hated |
| Is something about myself I just couldn’t hide |
| And I’m going going baby I’m gone |
| So cry me a river to the other side of the morning |
| To where the morning don’t come |
| To where the morning don’t come |
| To where the morning don’t come |