holding on to good

baby

i'm not waiting

i'm just holding on to good

it's still early

it's still more than i should

i'm off to carolina

i'm gonna wear my mama's boots

we may be parted

but that don't cut us at the roots

'cause in the morning

in the morning

sometimes i think about the way you held me

in the morning

in the morning

sometimes i think about the way you held me

it's colder in november

the leaves are turning on the limbs

the color's brightest just before the branches thin

and

yes

i still remember

but i am trying to begin

i met a new love and i'm growing into him

but in the morning

in the morning

sometimes i think about the way you held me

in the morning

in the morning

sometimes i think about the way you held me

i see a new flag rising on an old flagpole

a shotgun fired in the firing hole

i'll let the snow keep falling till my world is white

i don't need your hand tonight

but in the morning

in the morning

sometimes i think about the way you held me