[Am]Good morning[C], [G] who [Am]are you?[C][G]
I [Am]woke up [C] [G] and [Am]saw you[C][G]
I'm [Am]dreaming[C], [G]still [Am]dreaming[C][G]
[F]My life is now about to have some me[E]aning
Good morning, I'm thinking
I must have been drinking
And said something clever
It must have been the best line from me ever
[C]Thank you, God, for [G]something [Dm]rare as this
What surely[C] must have been [G]a holy [Dm]night of bliss
[C]Gratitude for having [G]thought of[Dm] me
I know your [C]time is tight, and [G]yet you [Dm]thought of me
Good morning, you woke up
Got dressed up, hair messed up
While I fix you breakfast
I hope it's just your laugh that is infectious
Good morning in sorrow
I know that tomorrow
You'll be with some winner
Who's richer, younger, maybe even thinner
Rubles in the bank and petrol in the tank
Of some Mercedes Benz Who spends and spends and spends
on booked up restaurants, a thousand phony fronts
But will he ever wish you a good morning?
Thank you, God...
And [Am]did I stumble have a [E]fall, [G]hit my head against a [D]wall
[Am]At some point did we trade[E] vows? [G]Are you just some high-priced [D]service from uptown?
Good morning, buon giorno
Ohayo, Buenas dias
Hey, where you going? Hey, where you going?
Does dasvedonya really mean good morning?
Please spare me derision
I'll do my rendition
A lengthy recital
Of every song with foolish in the title
by: Jos Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com
I [Am]woke up [C] [G] and [Am]saw you[C][G]
I'm [Am]dreaming[C], [G]still [Am]dreaming[C][G]
[F]My life is now about to have some me[E]aning
Good morning, I'm thinking
I must have been drinking
And said something clever
It must have been the best line from me ever
[C]Thank you, God, for [G]something [Dm]rare as this
What surely[C] must have been [G]a holy [Dm]night of bliss
[C]Gratitude for having [G]thought of[Dm] me
I know your [C]time is tight, and [G]yet you [Dm]thought of me
Good morning, you woke up
Got dressed up, hair messed up
While I fix you breakfast
I hope it's just your laugh that is infectious
Good morning in sorrow
I know that tomorrow
You'll be with some winner
Who's richer, younger, maybe even thinner
Rubles in the bank and petrol in the tank
Of some Mercedes Benz Who spends and spends and spends
on booked up restaurants, a thousand phony fronts
But will he ever wish you a good morning?
Thank you, God...
And [Am]did I stumble have a [E]fall, [G]hit my head against a [D]wall
[Am]At some point did we trade[E] vows? [G]Are you just some high-priced [D]service from uptown?
Good morning, buon giorno
Ohayo, Buenas dias
Hey, where you going? Hey, where you going?
Does dasvedonya really mean good morning?
Please spare me derision
I'll do my rendition
A lengthy recital
Of every song with foolish in the title
by: Jos Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com