That's the Bag I'm In - Gram Parsons

Every morning when I wake up

Burn my fingers on the coffee pot

Toast was cold and the orange juice was hot

I should start over but you know I’d rather not

Same thing gonna happen again

Cause that’s the bag I’m in

Other day as I was walking down the street

Whistling the blues to the tapping of my feet

Some old bag called the cops on the beat

It’ll happen every single time

Every morning when I get up

I miss my connection and I’m late for work again

I ain’t seen the sunshine since I can’t remember when

I guess they’ll drop the atom bomb the day my ship comes in

Sometimes you just can’t win

Every morning when I wake up

Burn my fingers on the pot

Toast is cold and the orange juice is hot

I’d start over but I guess I better not

Same thing gonna happen again cause that’s the bag I’m in

Every morning when I get up

I miss my connection and I’m late for work again

I ain’t seen the sunshine since I can’t remember when

I guess they’ll drop the atom bomb the day my ship comes in

Sometimes you just can’t win

Every morning when I wake up

I burn my fingers on the pot

Toast is cold and the juice is always hot

I should start over but you know I’d rather not

Same thing will happen again cause that’s the bag I’m in