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Well, it's a bloody Mary morning
Baby, left me without warning, sometime in the night
So I'm flying down to Houston
Forgetting her the nature of my flight
As we taxi down the runway
The smog and haze is reminding me of how I feel
Just a country boy who's learning, that the pitfalls of the city are extremely real
All the night-life and the parties, temptation and deceit
The order of the day
Well, it's a bloody Mary morning 'cause I'm leaving, baby, somewhere in LA
Well, it's a bloody Mary morning
Baby left me without warning, sometime in the night
So I'm flying down to Houston
Forgetting her the nature of my flight
Our golden jet is airborne, flight 50 cuts a path across the morning sky
And a voice comes through the speaker
Reassuring us flight 50 is the way to fly
And a hostess takes our order
Coffee, tea or something stronger to start off the day
Well, it's a bloody Mary morning
'Cause I'm leaving, baby, somewhere in LA
Well, it's a bloody Mary morning
Baby left me without warning, sometime in the night
So I'm flying down to Houston
Forgetting her the nature of my flight
Yeah, I'm flying down to Houston
Forgetting her the nature of my flight
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