(R. FurayJ. Messina)



Bein' at most just a country boy innocent and all

I turned my face away from the farm, on the city I would call

Hey, what's doin' in the town of fortune and fame?

Bright lights a-glowin', I've come to make my name



You see I've got my ol' guitar, I'm not a beggin' fool

I play this town and a thousand more (God knows)

God knows I keep my cool

So what's a missin'? I've given my word the best

And I'm downright grateful, for Oh Yeah, my life's been blessed



CHORUS

My my, can't you see the warnin'

When the fires burn in hell you better pay

Oh Yeah it's gonna get you in the mornin'

Now's your chance you better get away



Stayed awake 'most all last night, just couldn't get to sleep

So many things sittin' on my brain, yes, I need a chance to think

But I've been told not to worry, everything's gonna be all right

Oh, mama, won't you tell me, why did I leave that night?



Seems like it's been ages ago now since I come to town

Ain't much changed, every face is the same

Oh, people just a-hangin' round

So I'm a-leavin' this mornin', gonna go back home today

And let me tell you, buddy, turn around if you're fixin' to stay

You better go on back today



My my, can't you see the warnin'

When the fires burn in hell you better pay

Oh Yeah it's gonna get you in the mornin'

Now's your chance you better get away



My my, can't you see the warnin'

When the fires burn in hell you better pay

Oh Yeah it's gonna get you in the mornin'

Now's your chance you better get away