Woke up in the mornin’ and [bad word] the bell, it’s a long way across a wishing
well. Throw my pennies in one by one. [bad word] up shinin’ like it’s just begun. [bad word] up wishin’ on the light of the sun. [bad word] up knowin’ that I got no
gun, well, I’d fire off a round if I had it in me, but I know someday’ll be a
sunshine memory…. Walkin’ around in a kindergarten haze. Oh my, what a happy
game. Tell ‘um that you love ‘um till the end of your days. Tell ‘um that you
need ‘um in a bad way. Oh how happy is the look on your face, when you know
somebody and you want ‘um to stay. Memory is an old highway. If you drive too
long you might lose your way…. Sunshine. Never had it so good, in my childhood.
(Bright Sunday mornin’)